| Like, how these man suppose to be the best when they can’t even make a beat for
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| themselves to spit on?
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| Are you mad bruv?
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| Say suttin innit, Big Fris!
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| Normal
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| And I was told have respect for your olders
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| Now I got my ends on my shoulders
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| You diss me and we (both know it’s on)
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| Diss me then we (both know it’s on)
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| I will lick down anyone of them I don’t care who they are
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| If them man are fly, then I’m aiming for stars
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| Dem man adjusted name for the clark (?)
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| Me I’m fully in, fully with bars, fully in charge
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| Take it back to 2003 start bullying stars
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| Come to you stud’s no hoody, no mask
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| They wanna skip on a track
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| Me I wanna skip all the way to the raasclaat bank
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| Going on dirty, overly stank
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| Think you can merk me, oh what a plank
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| Dem man are stuck like they’re wearing a clamp
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| Who’s got lyrics? |
| Me, no G would have last ten minutes
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| I’m a microphone champ
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| Me? |
| I’m a shotty, you’re just a little shank
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| Transform into a beast like Hank
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| And I was told have respect for your olders
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| Now I got my ends on my shoulders
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| You diss me and we (both know it’s on)
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| Diss me then we (both know it’s on)
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| I will lick down any one of them I don’t care where they come from
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| Skengman, go put the gloves on
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| Dem man have got ten thousand bars
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| Put 'em in a studio and they can’t make one song
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| Make one wrong move and I swear I will have mannaman locked out the game like
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| the chubs on
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| And these little yutes sound tough on the mic but they ain’t about when it
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| comes on top
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| Don’t wanna swing it out, don’t wanna rock
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| Never been in the ends with a team and a block
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| Don’t go on like say you been in the corner with bare skengman that’s ready to
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| pop shots
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| Nar, I don’t think you have so don’t carry on like you’re wicked and bad
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| Nobody knew these guys before music so man better mind how they chat to the Dads
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| And I was told have respect for your olders
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| Now I got my ends on my shoulders
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| You diss me and we (both know it’s on)
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| Diss me then we (both know it’s on)
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| Man will draw for the shotty and sound it, sound it
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| None of these MC’s can’t go around it
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| You don’t wanna get caught slipping with out it
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| You can’t call my name to get fame
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| I will kill off your wasteman flame and douse it
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| I stay fly like a brand new outfit
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| You woulda swear that them man are cold but badness they don’t know one thing
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| about it
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| I’m from North where the mandem show you dunknow
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| Jump on a stage and shout it
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| Them man are soft, them man are not 'bout it
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| It’s the return of the fanny, real skeng daddy
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| Losing a clash I doubt it (no!)
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| Got a new flow, I found it (so!)
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| For them it’s an uphill struggle
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| I’m climbing a ladder, they’re climbing a mountain (yo!)
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| And I was told have respect for your olders
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| Now I got my ends on my shoulders
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| You diss me and we (both know it’s on)
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| Diss me then we (both know it’s on)
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| And I was told have respect for your olders
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| Now I got my ends on my shoulders
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| You diss me and we (both know it’s on)
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| Diss me then we (both know it’s on) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Its Over , by - Frisco. Song from the album Back 2 da Lab Compilation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп