| In all black with the hard bottoms
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| Cop the daily news, skimming through the car columns
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| Making my way to the Pentecostal Church of Ebenezer with the grievers
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| They just killed Beaver for his sneakers
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| It’s a fever on the ave, undercovers playing cabs
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| Raiding niggas labs, Lou Lav just got stabbed in his abs
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| It’s sad, recession hitting niggas real hard
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| It forced a few jailbirds to go get jobs
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| Some’ll starve, everything’s a go in the hood
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| Sixteen little niggas sniffing blow in the hood
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| Set claiming, bandanas boosting their aiming
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| Shells ricocheting, shit ain’t no use in complaining
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| Mama praying, the cancer done ate her calves
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| So the doc had to decapitate the leg in half
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| Do the math, it’s over if I can’t coach soon
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| Could have easily been the victim of a hot dope spoon, word to June
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| Get money, motherfucker get right
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| Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
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| Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that’s it
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| Set trip nigga, get life
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| Get money, motherfucker get right
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| Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
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| Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that’s it
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| Set trip nigga, get life
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| So my options don’t vary, I’m holding like Dirty Harry
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| In a truck like I’m supposed to marry, so savvy
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| Sadly, I’m like a sick psychiatric
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| Finger on the ratchet, the feeling’s so immaculate
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| No attachments, it’s ice in my veins
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| To put it point blank, I ain’t right in the brain
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| Politeness remains though I strike with the fangs
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| So strange, at night you can see them when they hang
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| What a shame, murder on the quietest block
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| The specialist, like somebody hired a cop
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| It’s syphilis, I’m just trying to do what it do
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| Metaphoric for the pulpit, the eulogy’s true
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| The toolery’s glue, in and out the sooner we through
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| I been about cars, money, clout and jewelry too
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| Louis the who? |
| 13th, with nothing to chase
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| So why ask? |
| Here’s the facts, I’m a basket case
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| Get money, motherfucker get right
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| Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
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| Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that’s it
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| Set trip nigga, get life
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| Get money, motherfucker get right
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| Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
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| Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that’s it
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| Set trip nigga, get life |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Money, artist - Freeway. Album song Legendary / Philadelphia Freeway 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп