| Burn muthafucka burn!
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| I’m made, the shit you muthafuckas can’t fade
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| Jumped up off the porch and threw my nuts down in these streets, dog
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| Can’t lean on my daddy, told my family I’m gon' feed y’all
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| Bitch niggas can’t stand me cause I won’t live on my knees, dog
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| Swear they gonna get at me, I’m in your hood
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| Bitch, I don’t see y’all
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| Gangsta Gibbs from gangsta island, nothing but money piling
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| To the ceiling is all I’m feeling and all I think about
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| It’s crazy how these controlled substances got us busting shit
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| I can’t control my life, it’s in sole control of the government
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| Across the nation it’s plenty niggas in litigation
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| Sneetches cut your throat to cut time and soften their situations
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| Serving hard or soft you know me I’m dead with them demonstrations
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| Haters can’t contest us, K-Y-S I can feel your frustrations
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| Yes some niggas tried to murk me
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| Guess those bullets wasn’t meant for me
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| I’m a catch they ass and burn 'em, you suckas get no sympathy
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| A menace to my city, I forever live in infamy
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| And I know your so-called history’s a mystery
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| I show niggas no pity
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| Run in my fuckin city
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| Don’t like it, come and get me
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| Father please forgive me
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| I’m a gangster, I’m a hustler
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| Couldn’t play me for no sucker
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| I’ll blow the roof up off this muthafucka
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| Let it burn
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| Burn, muthafucka, burn
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| We don’t need no water
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| These niggas don’t want no drama
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| I’m a terrorize these streets
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| Till these fools come get my like Osama
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| I ain’t ducking or hiding
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| When I’m out here smoking and riding
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| Heard there’s a hit on the babyface, bitch it ain’t hard to find him
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| Must I remind him? |
| Gangster shit ain’t for play
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| You write this shit on the paper
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| But I live that shit every day
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| I seen the biz killed my dude in front of his family like some ho
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| Every time I hit the stage it’s four police at all my shows
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| Mother had him, mother love him
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| Courts and judges, motherfuck 'em
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| Thousand grammin' went straight slammin'
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| In for life, it’s corporate thuggin
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| Wear the mask, up in all black, you bitches rather be proactive
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| Talked to Charlie Mack he said I got the city on my back
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| They call me Bobby Suds since these niggas can’t fade me
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| He got indicted by a snitching bitch named Stacey
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| I know these rapper niggas that got my brother’s skrilla thirty five
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| Said Fred you hot, so these thug niggas gon' try to be by your side |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let 'Em Burn, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Cold Day In Hell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп