| This nigga Tony think he back? |
| Fuck that, I’ma fold niggas
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| Make a mothafuckin' example out him, I’ma show niggas
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| Around the way I done told them niggas
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| Fuck the OGs, we got the same type of guns as them older niggas
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| I know he killed the dawg so I’m holdin' grudge
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| It’s a homi' on any and everybody that he love
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| Hold up, there go his man Mick
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| In the car with his kids, I’ma split his mothafuckin' wig
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| Follow him to the crib and park up the block
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| Go in the trunk, grab my mothafuckin' 40 Glock
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| On my way thinkin' this nigga gotta get it
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| I’ma empty out the clip so that Tony gets the message
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| Kick in the door, started lettin' off
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| Mick fell through the table, got wrapped up in the tablecloth
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| Skated off in the darkness of night
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| Left my callin' card on the body and said «fuck your life»
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| Shit is brutal, I gotta get made then bounce
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| 36 seasons, I’m stuck back on the couch
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| Like a potato, I don’t play though
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| I’m stone cold son, these lames is built like Play-Doh
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| I seen Mick’s body on the floor covered in sheets
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| And a note that says I’m a dead man walkin'
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| An empty soul just headed for the coffin
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| This is crazy, they took my brother, they must be clueless
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| I’ma get that mothafucka, I’m ruthless
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| Relentless, than a dusted out Navy Seal
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| I’ma skin him alive, that’s for real
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| I ain’t goin' nowhere, they let the beast out the cage
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| The face of a killer, straight up, on a rampage
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| War path, blood bath, a killing spree
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| I’ma show these mothafuckas how it’s meant to be
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| Ayo go against the grain, I smell a massacre
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| I’ll stick a bomb in your limo, blow up your passengers
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| Kill every one of 'em, leave no witnesses
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| Time for revenge, now live out your sentences
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| I ain’t goin' nowhere
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| I ain’t goin' nowhere
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| Y’all mothafuckas comin' for my head?
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| This is Tony Starks, you can’t stop me, mothafucka
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| Nigga I wipe my dick on your spaghetti fork, nigga
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| I’m gettin' this money, nigga, for life, nigga, forever
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| And I ain’t talkin' 'bout shoebox money neither, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Homicide , by - Ghostface Killah. Song from the album 36 Seasons, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп