| Alright, there it go again
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| Yo, yo
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| Yeah, foreign cars, we coppin' em, hoppin' in with Glocks an' them
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| Stick up kids on dead-end streets, we pop 'em first, we box 'em in
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| Behind the wheel the driver’s hittin' gas before the oxygen
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| Tryna find whatever hoes that he can tie a sock up in
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| To stop the bleedin', lotta reasons, lotta goons, they wanna eat
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| The money pop a lotta shit, the stick-up game is outta season
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| First time I scoped 'em out in front of subways eatin' pizza
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| He didn’t even peep us
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| This is practice, thuggin' with free access
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| Original hitmen, born shooters that wear glasses
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| Guns that stop traffic, ain’t afraid to blast it, bitch
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| This is Iraq iron, not plastic
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| We hogtie, duct tape, take long drives
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| You in the trunk, balls-out naked, you gon' die
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| Any place on God’s green Earth you gon' fry
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| Night-night, ya goin' to bed, but not to the Stuy
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| Ayo, hempty-dimp, I love rice and shrimp (Uh huh)
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| If I can’t catch the plane then I’m catchin' the blimp (Yeah)
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| Told brown-skin, «Yeah, you can call me a pimp»
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| But I’m the real orphan of rap, I got lost in the pack
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| The streets had me trapped, I ain’t know where I was at
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| Weeded in saucy black jeans, jewelry glossy
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| Early in the mornin', toast and coffee (Word)
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| You can’t off me, your wack flows suck and exhausts me (Hey)
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| I got New York heat, 'bout to fuck a chick shortly (C'mon)
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| I’m bowlegged with dogs, can’t none of y’all walk me
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| Honeys love me, follow me everywhere, stalk me
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| I’m good with the hoop, ten hut, my army tense up
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| You can’t inch up, don’t even flinch up
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| Honeys get wet and they panties be all drenched up
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| I’m comin' off the bench like I’m blowin' the bench up
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| Black crown, black apparel, black nunchucks
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| 36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up
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| Armored tank, Masta Killa shit, black Benz truck
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| Cauliflower wallabees, turkey legs, collard greens
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| Dollar dreams,
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| if I’m not the T’Challa then what kinda king
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| Am I?
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| My persona, man, it’s nada, this is not a thing
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| Island got Italians, load the Talons and then bada-bing
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| Make 'em sing, this is not Sopranos, y’all, don’t make a scene
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| Making cream, how I make it up without the Maybelline?
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| Can' with the laser beam, your favorite team’s
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| Not the playground to play around with, just try and take a swing
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| Yadamean? |
| It’s not a seesaw battle
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| Not the bridge you wanna travel
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| 'Cause your life expectancy on the Verrazzano is narrow
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| Just me, Denny and Darryl
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| Just before my hand cock you can see the Smith on the barrel
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| Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow
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| Rather be up in the saddle than up the creek with no paddle
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| Key to the city, judge, throw away the gavel
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| Since the game got pretty it don’t go with my apparel |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Me Denny & Darryl , by - Ghostface Killah. Song from the album Ghostface Killahs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп