| Break your bones when I bless the beats
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| Fractured I don’t care about stature
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| Action like it means nothing
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| Street core and you sing summit
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| I named a Nina Sheila E keep drumming
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| Seems to me y’all still fronting
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| But back out when you’re fronted on
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| So when the real shit comes along
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| They get allergic and break out the venue
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| Pain may depend move and
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| When it went away I had a lot of shit to say
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| Guess who’s sharp Hattori Hanzō
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| On point like Rondo
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| More like night rappers wanna force me right
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| But I still go left
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| Stomped to a steel toed death
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| Move cuz the real gone rep
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| Set to protect enforce and fight
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| Set to protect enforce and fight
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| Check question
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| How many times must I give them that shit
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| Before I let them know that’s it
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| Say no more don’t rate my score
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| Just know they couldn’t take your bore
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| I hear what I wanted and made it fit
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| While the other can’t remix the remix
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| Then 420 fits the weed hit
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| Guilty Simpson repping that D shit
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| Detroit mother fuckers
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| Guns and butter
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| Burn the bread burn the foe when the whip burns rubber
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| Give them that certified gutter
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| Enemy in every word I utter
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| Getting green shit with my brothers
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| And I’m doing it like no other (I'm the king)
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| Break it down like this
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| And I’m doing it like no other (other)
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| Yeah we are
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| And we’re not afraid to say it
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| Everybody know Fat Ray gonna choke the party
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| Smoke like Jamie and Marley
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| When niggas get carried away
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| Then the ambulance roll up
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| And niggas get carried away
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| It’s the captain of rap and filthy
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| In my building
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| Give them that Fat and Guilty
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| We burn until the gas is empty
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| Niggas got whacked
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| We came through the back and killed it
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| Your fake old shit
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| Pop pop nigga
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| Never tried doing that frayed old shit
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| I’m a speck to the yay old flip
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| Niggas whipping up pints that lean with the karo mix
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| Niggas don’t weigh no grits lay no hits
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| Can’t take bro no zits
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| Run no strip
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| Niggas blow don’t own bitch
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| I give them assignments
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| Make the hoe go on missions
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| Not just Call of Duty
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| She don’t play
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| Bright of day she straight up Uzi
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| Niggas gonna disintegrate
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| Grew up on the interstate
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| I was just 16 riding with that 28
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| Show my niggas what was so special about the 38
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| Walking in looking professional with the bird up (I'm the king)
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| Break it down like this
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| And I’m doing it like no other (hahaha yourself)
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| Break it down like this
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| And I’m doing it like no other (other) damn |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fractured , by - Guilty Simpson. Song from the album Detroit's Son, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп