| If you give me all you got, try again
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| If you give me all you got, try again
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| No more than thirty-thousand words a minute
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| Why don’t you grab a chair, listen up
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| I’mma about to fill your fucking cup to the rim
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| Duck, or you’ll get struck with the blunt object
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| Huh, feels like you got hit by a mack truck, huh, punk
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| Don’t you wish that you could funk the freak so much
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| And freak the fuck, huh
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| I’ll let the pump pop
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| If you wanna pop chump
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| You pop so you end up in my trunk
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| Wicky, wicky, wicky
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| Wack MC
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| They’ll be no tricky, tricky tricking me
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| Shut up sit back and enjoy the beat down sucka
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| Slap you with my buckle
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| Your dead homie was a jacker
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| Knocked him like a boxer
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| Popping your motherfucking corn
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| Like Redenbacher
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| Came to L.A. fronting like he was a New Yorker
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| Should’ve gave it all you got while you was doing the do
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| Because now the Fellowship is straight moppin' your crew
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| If you give me all you got, try again
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| If you give me all you got, try again
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| Out of sight, dynamite and I might flow
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| Beans don’t burn in the kitchen
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| Now who didn’t get no undivided attention on the grill
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| Look over the hill seems like my brother got a lynching
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| Now who would’ve thought he be the one choking from a lim
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| It’s because of them
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| Dreams of my beautiful brothers, sister reaching, teaching
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| Each black seed black be
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| The devil beneath my foot
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| Stomp stomp stomp march
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| Well we’re moving on up
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| To neighboor-tour? |
| we go
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| Who da' they, huh?
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| What’s the conversation, hut
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| vinyl cuts
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| Look over the hill again
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| Well, who do ya see? |
| Who do ya see?
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| The Ku Klux Klan
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| Kill like feeling you’s
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| Go to statues
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| My hood is the woods of the jungle
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| When walking through carry a stick or a gun
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| Cause it’s fun to fuck with people in the night
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| Murders murmurs fright
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| Sirens shots scream echo hold my gat tight
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| If you give me all you got, try again
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| If you give me all you got, try again
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| Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
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| As a kid I hardly ever played basketball
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| I never ever sat up in the casting call
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| I was making the kind of music
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| That will outlast you all
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| So I ask you all: why should I pass the ball?
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| Now you wanna know about the world
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| I finally see what I saw
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| Well I hang around downtown
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| At the pool hall
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| I ain’t a nigga named Peter see
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| Or a nigga named Paul
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| But am Aceyalon-e, stoney, homie, yes y’all
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| Cause I can break it in, break it out, break it up
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| Break it down to a break, we break
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| I’ll break your jaw and you’ll fall if I find you faking
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| Or gimme a call we can chew the fat
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| With a buddha sack you done kept
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| Heat clip, so what up
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| I’m Aceyalone, I’m Acey-aloha
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| I’m Aceyalone and never been to Coney Island styling for ya
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| I hope nobody don’t flip
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| Over that Fellowship shop shape shit that’ll rip
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| Fool get a grip
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| I’ma trip and summon up all my homies to the pit
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| For the whip
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| 'Cause I’m a hip-hop-apotamus must bust the dope hit
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| So stay off the dick
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| If you give me all you got, try again
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| If you give me all you got, try again
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| Be advised they’ll come
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| Running butt-naked hysterical in the flames
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| I am a man and that’s all that I am
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| And overstand and its all love
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| And it’s my game plan
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| And spread it throughout the land
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| The devil while I curse him will be damned
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| I am black man, I’ma survive
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| I am black man, I’ma survive
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| Yesterday I had a fight in a nightclub
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| But I had my gat and I bust alive
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| Ran a man hand them up in the air
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| And prepare to run for cover, but then I must survive
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| I hop on the back of the wack stuff 105
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| I thought about wacky jackie that died
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| But I replied rely
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| That he is a black man he must survive
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| I went to the Good Life hip hop got live?
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| On deck for the Freestyle Fellowship tribe
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| So pack a tape, he peeled off a five
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| I got stucky wet em up what connived?
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| He ran of with the tapey and the money in the jar
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| But what was wack was what he contrived
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| He try to bite the wheety, but he didn’t eat his Wheaties
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| Just like the white man getting too greedy
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| But he be a needy brother, but he must survive
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| All in my beeswax, can’t find the hive
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| Aceyalone, yes you will survive
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| Self Jupiter, you must strive
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| Mtulazaji against the high five
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| And uhh, DJ Kiilu keeps the party live
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| My name is Mike I rock it right and I will survive
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| I am black man, I’ma survive
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| My manager Kedar survive
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| And my producer Bambawar will survive
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| And my engineer Rich man will survive
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| Jump off the tip before you get shot
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| Freestyle Fellowship, bully of the block |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bullies Of The Block , by - Freestyle Fellowship. Song from the album Innercity Griots, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп