| Cleaned up, now I gotta find Bamboo
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| I changed shit on the block and got rid of the fools
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| Things’ll be different, no need to feel pressured
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| No more drug houses, little kids could be treasured
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| The streets ain’t filled with crackheads and D’s
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| I go walk around my hood, nigga know my steez
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| Philly, about to rebuild the nation
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| Through the knowledge of self, through education
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| Freeze, motherfucker. |
| Hands, hands, let me see your hands. |
| Get out of the car.
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| Get out of the fucking car. |
| Get out, eat some fucking dirt. |
| Get on the fucking
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| ground
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| I seen the police pull up, and rides hopped out
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| Put your hand behind your back, you’re guilty without a doubt
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| What you mean, son? |
| We built on this
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| Illegal chokeholds, slap cuffs on my wrist
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| I don’t know what you talking about, boy, I’m the authority
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| I’m just here to question up minority
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| A thug drug pusher, violent man of deception
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| And you just happen to fit the description
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| Nigga, you just another pawn in my chess game. |
| I taught you everything you know,
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| I run this motherfucking city. |
| Think you gon' fuck everything up?
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| You got the right to remain silent. |
| Anything you say will be used against you
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| in the court of law. |
| (Faggot ass police nigga, man) Nigga, you’re going away
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| for a long time
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| Okay, I got it, niggas just set me up
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| Do their dirty work and thrown behind bars
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| You want wars? |
| You got it — Tony ain’t the one
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| I told you before, I make murdering fun
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| Gotta swindle the kid, have me masking your enemies
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| It’s all good in my chest, I got ten of these hearts
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| And I vow for revenge
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| Tony don’t stand for crumbs and fake friends
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| It’s funny, only if niggas really knew
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| Got the keys to the city, I could kill a whole crew
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| Put the squeeze on the willy, get silly, go fool
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| Chop a nigga up, blame his body on his dude
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| What it do? |
| It’s bigger than the boys in blue
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| Beyond definition what this falls into
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| M’s in my optic, no ends to the profits
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| Judges, prosecutors, politicians in my pocket
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| Hostage, high life, living on the edge
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| Toxic in hindsight, see me when I’m dead
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| Pledge, sworn in to serve and protect
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| What a web, catch a head, then I’m on to the next
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| Shit be booing, played out scripts, need a new one
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| I dare a nigga doubt what I’m doing
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| Moving, cash rules everything around me
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| Crown me, I’m trying to squeeze blood out the county |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Double Cross, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song 36 Seasons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп