Oh, that’s a big boy, isn't he?
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Okay, ladies, my name
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It's DJ Billy, and you're listening
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Balcony bars mixtape, year 2002
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Let’s get ready to rumble
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Hey G! |
So what ?! |
Let's drop it
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What a bad year has given us
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Yes, Hey G! |
So what ?! |
On the quiet
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In places we will be loud
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Yes, Hey G! |
So what ?! |
Let's drop it
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What a bad year has given us
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Yes, Hey G! |
So what ?! |
On the quiet
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In places we will be loud
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And when the wolves are out, woof woof is heard
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Well we don't do…
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He kicks every new CD like Kung-Fu
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This year has been tough so go wild at night
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The bastards are still staring at us in ku-ku style
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Well, we're not spreading the hey, we're still sending love
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None of my gang wants to give you a shell
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He beats you for life lil bro, don't be a dumb
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And you see us well, you don't need a magnifying glass
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Still, I'm never a peacock
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Think about whether you are in a good circle
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I've told a lot of people this year
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Never wait for a helping hand
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All things move when you do them yourself
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I always have a full bazooka on stage
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… For life, it's kill, it's wow
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My bars lift her skirt
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Lets get loud pig (grr-pu-pu)
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This sound has a hood on its head
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Sold out crowd is a fucking luxury
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I'll call a state that connects you like bluetooth
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You hear my music from all sides
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From all the cars so that it can no longer be reversed
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I'm not a street clown has my respect
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I continue as a series, hunting like a lottery
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Source as a battery, I ??
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From when the mafia was here
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West prairie, I'm one of those who remember that
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Sometimes it still wakes me up
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No more, I never write a fairy tale
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Exit on the phone to cell phone security
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Stand where it is dark, that is, under the lamp
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Hey G! |
So what ?! |
Let's drop it
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What a bad year has given us
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Yes, Hey G! |
So what ?! |
On the quiet
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In places we will be loud
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Yes, Hey G! |
So what ?! |
Let's drop it
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What a bad year has given us
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Yes, Hey G! |
So what ?! |
On the quiet
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In places we will be loud
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I'm a rap head 24/7
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I've been in a rape since 2000, I don't know
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Street boys were not happy children
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They made music, they didn't go to discos
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On the way to town, they always knew what would happen to them
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In one cam it's harmful, in the other it's forbidden
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After the first five minutes, they were fired by a ticket
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Everyone at the club laughed at my weird flaw
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The first homie harassed the baby
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The other was not let down, he had rags
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The third was doing faily, he had drunken nerves
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He fought with a DJ and a discophile playlist bothered him
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I was fourth, you see me, I'm standing in the corner
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I turn my eyes and curse God
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Not much has changed since then
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I still don't belong anywhere, old Gleb, new age
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Like an owl, we lived in the night and anger
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Everywhere we go, tsunami, big water
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By morning, where to deliver
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Do what you know, that was the time
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All over the city throwups and tags
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Heavy metal king, wide bags
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It makes me cold how many of those guys are in the country
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Those years passed without them, I don't even know when
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I sit and count it on my fingers
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And I'm fucked when I stop to respect
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Rest in peace, eternal glory, fucking pity
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Let all wish they have not enough
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And they don't have salt, let them be fine
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And when you have time, go see them
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And don't wait for each other to call
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Because one? |
baptisms, and a second funeral
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Hey G! |
So what ?! |
Let's drop it
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What a bad year has given us
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Yes, Hey G! |
So what ?! |
On the quiet
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In places we will be loud
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Yes, Hey G! |
So what ?! |
Let's drop it
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What a bad year has given us
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Yes, Hey G! |
So what ?! |
On the quiet
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In places we will be loud |