| Hit them with facts
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| Hollowman’s out here living in the trap
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| A little bit of this and a little bit of
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| The feds nicked me I got imprisoned for a strap
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| It was shootings
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| Every minute listening to rap
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| '02 got shot, couldn’t pass the three
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| That’s when I got locked, feds were after me
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| It was hard to see
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| I was half a G
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| It was all guns, drugs, girls and Master P
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| My main two thugs that’ll blast for me
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| Nuts and Carlton they’ll go hard for me
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| I’ll go hard for them and they seen that
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| Between the two of them they know I’ll go hard for each
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| Fam I’m half the streets
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| And I’m half a beast
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| But when I get pissed off Kyze pass the piece
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| Even Fes licked out couple arteries
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| Heading nowhere fast 'cause it’s hard to eat
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| Ain’t got shit to prove
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| Niggas know what I do
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| Who are you to judge me?
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| You know what I been though?
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| You see me in nice clothes and you think my life’s smooth
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| I’m a weed in this world and they want to cut my root
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| Ain’t got shit to prove
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| Niggas know what I do
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| Who are you to judge me?
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| You know what I been though?
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| You see me in nice clothes and you think my life’s smooth
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| I’m a weed in this world and they want to cut my root
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| I’ma git them up again
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| Life ain’t easy sitting in the pen
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| Or as a young black man living in the ends
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| I know twelve year olds that be wishing for a skeng
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| If they get one they’ll be licking at your friend
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| Niggas plotting on me, got me visioning my death
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| Niggas smile in my face but they wishing I was dead
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| If you think I’m so fake come and lick it at me then
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| I’m swearing to God I’ll be in it to the end
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| You can tell by my pain that I’ve seen shit
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| Had a little gun charge yes I’ve been nicked
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| You say you ain’t seen me
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| But if you’ve had a shootout with them Pecknarm Gs then you seen Giggs
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| Got me as some crime boss 'cause my team’s big
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| If you’re talking OG then my team is
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| Easy off on my penis
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| I’m about to fly high, I can feel it
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| Ain’t got shit to prove
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| Niggas know what I do
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| Who are you to judge me?
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| You know what I been though?
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| You see me in nice clothes and you think my life’s smooth
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| I’m a weed in this world and they want to cut my root
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| Ain’t got shit to prove
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| Niggas know what I do
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| Who are you to judge me?
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| You know what I been though?
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| You see me in nice clothes and you think my life’s smooth
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| I’m a weed in this world and they want to cut my root
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| From the pissy blocks
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| To the sickest spots
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| I’ll be up in Stringfellows where the strippers cotch
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| And the strippers watch when I issue rocks
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| And I’m always on time I ain’t missing shots
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| I ain’t slipping 'cause
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| Them little pussy cops
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| Got me standing on the edge but I ain’t slipping off
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| Might clap a hater who’s got issues 'cause
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| My mad stack of paper’s like a tissue box
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| I use to roll to mystical, use to listen lots
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| Now it’s all Hollowman screaming give them rocks
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| Who’s that trying to say 'Ummmm' what a big impostor
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| Niggas know me 'cause yes I’m an official mobster
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| And they know my code D, that’s my nigga Foster
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| Got the dust game smashed we should get an Oscar
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| And we don’t need cats 'cause I’m trying to prosper
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| I’ll be linking architects and be meeting doctors |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Are You to Judge , by - Giggs. Song from the album Walk in da Park, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп