| I’m off when I re-collide
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| Breaking wide
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| Let me break it down, I ain’t taking a break tonight
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| I still gotta weigh the brown
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| In a police chase, I ain’t gonna break for the lights
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| I’m going all out
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| Full speed, I’ll cool down
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| We’re the
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| I’m with Unique, mixing, acing a
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| You can never be our fate to collide
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| Jakes are way behind
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| Not even a plate to recite
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| Can’t wait till I arrive
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| To a place that’s safe when I write
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| It’s just a minor setback
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| I’m on my grind, respect that
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| Life’s full of regrets
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| But I promise you when I’m pulling this TEC
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| It’s bullets in heads
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| I’m on some get-money-quick shit
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| Nothing but ski masks, when we pass
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| You get duppied quick
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| If you ain’t got a g-pass
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| Your head must be hit
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| Time waits for no man
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| The clock’s ticking
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| I’m on the block, pitching
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| Rock ceiling
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| Straight from a hot kitchen
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| Listen, I’m driven by every shilling
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| My life’s thrilling
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| Nice cars and nice women
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| I write bars when I’m chilling
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| And I’ll spit when I’m given the riddim
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| I’ve got niggas who are living in the prison
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| And God willing, I’ll see 'em again
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| For now, I’m swinging the pen
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| When I buss, there ain’t gonna be an attempt
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| It’s more like me in a Benz or me in a BM
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| Leave in your wife’s house at 3PM
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| I’ll burst your momma like TNs
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| I’m worth more than 3 M’s
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| I’m on some get-money-quick shit
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| Nothing but ski masks, when we pass
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| You get duppied quick
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| If you ain’t got a g-pass
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| Your head must be hit
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| Uh-huh, you know, okay
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| When the moons come out
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| The goons come out
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| We like when it’s dark
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| Nowadays, you won’t see the fight in the park
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| Me, I might see a knife in the heart
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| Of a close friend, that’s what it’s like in the dance
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| And it won’t end, I still got beef on my own ends
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| My man know when I roll up a like a loader
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| I guarantee no bomb would touch a phone
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| Nobody would ring an alarm
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| I got the ting on my palm
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| You want beef? |
| Man bringing the bomb
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| And I won’t be swinging my arm
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| Right about now
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| I’m thinking about
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| Some are willing to blast
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| I ain’t leave with no witness
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| Nobody’s singing to narks
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| I’m in so deep, I’m swimming sharks
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| I’m on some get-money-quick shit
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| Nothing but ski masks, when we pass
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| You get duppied quick
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| If you ain’t got a g-pass
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| Your head must be hit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ghetto , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Freedom of Speech, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп