| Im not a atheist…
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| Oh, he let me grow up in the mother fucking ghetto
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| Thanks for nothin' mother fucker thats for real
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| One of the ten commandments is thow shall not kill
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| Tell that mother fucker with the gun in my face
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| And get shot in the back
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| Or should I run from this place
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| Thats an act of insanity, «please no profanity»
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| Says the radio, but fuck you
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| I’m a do what I wanna do
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| I’m just tellin facts 'cause blacks are killin blacks
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| Nigga stepped on my shoe and I shot him in the back
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| Aint no thang gotta gang you’ll all get shot too
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| Once I sqeeze the trigga your crew is through
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| Think Im bluffin then try me
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| Today you’ll all die see
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| I got a bullet for you and your posse
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| I dont bullshit, no need to talk shit
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| The fuse is in your asshole and you just lit it
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| To live is evil, evils to live, you learn that
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| Put it in your holy bible and burn that
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| Words that you hearin
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| Niggas are fearin
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| Apearence so grewsome niggas are disapearin
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| Put up your fist, what is this
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| I got a mack 11 once I sqeeze the trigga your in hell or heaven
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| I aint waitin' around for no bodies to be found
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| Bullet to the head leave another nigga dead
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| You gotta be suicidal to fuck with a homicidal brother
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| Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother
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| Helldays death nights, midnights the witches hour
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| Damion’s your maker and he loves a blood shower
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| It’s time to die, so bye bye, you betta cry, nah
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| You betta run or somthing 'cause its do or die
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| If you need an ass kickin, kickin in your rib cage
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| You was a good one it read on your obituary page
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| Call me a ho them’s fightin words
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| As im reciting words suckers are rewritin my words
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| Its simple and plain to see
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| Plain and simple to see
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| That I’m Esham and I’m great
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| You’s a sucker but wait
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| This is just the style that I’m using
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| Confusing the suckers
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| 'cause they stupid mother fuckers
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| Words from the lyrical
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| To save me’s a miracle
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| If anything I never thought Id turn in to a criminal
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| So here I go once again, when I rhyme I sin
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| Niggas commit suicide as soon as I begin
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| Misled, another nigga dead
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| See I love the sight of blood 'cause my favorite colors red
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| Im smashin suckers crashin suckers dreams
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| And when it’s Esham you start to scream
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| Im hard like concrete, funky like pigs feet
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| Nigga get crazy and you’ll be under six feet
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| Verse after verse it just get’s worse
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| Another sucker reherse but first |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word After Word, artist - Esham. Album song Boomin' Words from Hell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп