| 1 — We shootin' to kill, nigga
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| We shootin' to kill, nigga
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| Ain’t no fuckin' warning shots
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| When you come around here nigga
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| All the things that I got, yo
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| Is shit I worked hard for
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| Life in the metro’s so cold
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| I’m on some other type shit
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| I’m on some crazy ass shit
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| I’m on some fuck with me bitch
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| I’m on some get your ass kicked
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| It’s not the power of Miss
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| The work of secret politics
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| (The rumor’s turned to an arena)
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| Between the old and new bitch
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| I think ?? |
| that don’t move to ??
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| Society has been the education of?
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| Movin' up the escalator
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| Risin' to the fuckin' top
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| Party on, don’t stop
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| In the air, super hot
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| Ya better beware
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| What we believe is what we share
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| To get rumblin' like the Bronx
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| Like the Chinese folks was there
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| I’m fuckin' live that is? |
| believe well?
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| It’s known to be the truth
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| It’s? |
| of hell, can ya feel Gangsta Boo nigga?
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| Who’s fuckin' side you think y’all on when shit pops off?
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| Hypnotize Minds down to blow a nigga ass off
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| With a fuckin' sawed off
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| Project told you once before
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| Workin' to ensure my victory
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| For my side ho
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| I’m in this world with no one to turn to
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| I’m livin' kinda thuggish
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| Thinkin' crooked, just to come up
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| You see this fuckin' world
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| And? |
| is without the beat
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| So I kick it by my lonely
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| This real G, to make my riches
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| Then all these snitches be throwin' crosses
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| I’m takin' losses
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| Cuz ?? |
| resurrect from all this player hation
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| You see my nation is mass destruction
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| And my soul releasin' all this anger for you nigga rolls
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| And it’s so bad because I know
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| Oh they done clickin' with the quickness
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| Because this system is makin' hard
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| How else can I make a livin'
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| And then my children
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| I’m thinkin' deeply
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| With wealth, it be a better future
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| It ain’t our fault that our enemies bleed
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| When I’m smokin' weed
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| It entoxes me
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| ?? |
| what I do to all you fake ass G’s, so please
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| Don’t go rubbin', ?? |
| gonna make me
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| Get right down crazy
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| This city has got me pacin'
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| And I can’t take it
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| I’m thinkin' misery, sufferin', ambush and sorrow
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| I’m filled with drama
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| When I lose my soul, the? |
| those 3 numbers
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| You wonder what’s really real
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| When fuckin' with G’s like mack
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| Pop-pop from the Glock
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| Curiousity killed the cat
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| Bust it, we down for whatever
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| Whenever, what nigga, think you clever?
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| My weapon gon' have you gaspin' for breath
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| Death and stormy weather
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| It’s thunderin' and lightening
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| Plus rain is pourin' on bloody bodies
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| I’m runnin' up on the scene
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| ??? |
| up in a Farrari
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| I’m sorry, it’s killin' season
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| Killa Kaze and Prophet Posse
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| The last days we lit 'em
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| It ain’t no time to get sloppy
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| Standin' strong, holdin' on
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| Competition can’t stop it
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| To all my foes, I let you know
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| I keep that 9 in my pocket
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| I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse
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| The result from all the?
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| All was left was dead souls
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| To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the Bible
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| I sustain, in this game
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| A mack for life, I’m out this thang, man |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life in the Metro, artist - Gangsta Boo. Album song Enquiring Minds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп