| Y’all already know what it is
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| Big Rube, S.W.A.T. |
| Zone 4
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| Y’all cats wanna go in circles and do the same thing over and over
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| Well, this the revolver
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| How you comin' up when you fall for the trap?
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| Got the dope game fucked off, now you tryna murk rap
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| True success comes from work, fuck understanding, know that
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| Ain’t none niggas servin' dubs gon' get rich off one pack
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| How many sacks? |
| How many stacks? |
| Don’t matter, this ain’t 'bout that
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| It’s 'bout the illness of the spirit 'caused by the realness niggas lack
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| Recidivism is the schism that’s becoming an Achilles that we can’t heal
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| Why the sounds of our blackness has turned into white noise that we can’t feel?
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| I’d never knowingly endorse a purchase of some shit that was created by those
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| without skill
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| Life teaches this lesson
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| Originality and talent are two things that you can’t steal
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| Dead for real, this ain’t no game, your ass could end up dead for real
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| This endless cycle of ridiculousness is what we need to kill
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| Yet in still, we didn’t instill, with thoughts counteracted the heaven as live
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| So that same bullshit we been programmed with is all we have to give
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| Revolving around the same snubnose we can’t see 'til they pull it
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| It’s the epitome of ignorance 'cause only a fool plays Russian roulette with
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| six bullets
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| Gone
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| All black hoodie on, feelin' like Trayvon but this time I got the gun drawn
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| Nigga you can get sprayed on (You, you), nigga you can get sprayed on (You,
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| you), nigga you can get sprayed on (You, you), nigga you can get sprayed on
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| (You, you), nigga you can get sprayed on (You, you, you)
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| Wish a nigga would tell me to run my pockets
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| I’ma pop it, locked and loaded, I ain’t gotta cock it
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| Bodies droppin', call the cops and Johnnie Cochran
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| Niggas bleeding, hope the doctors can stop it
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| Bustin' shots at all the opps, plottin', mama screamin'
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| Sirens singing, paramedics, where’s he headed, will he make it, maybe?
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| Seventeen, he still a baby, life is faded, family prayin'
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| If we spot who shot you, we gon' drop them
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| God will avenge you
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| The cycle continues |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 226 , by - Grip. Song from the album Snubnose, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп