| Fuck you bitch, word up
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| It ain’t all about you, huh?
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| Trying to make shit happen, fuck you
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| Aiyyo we fight every night, now that’s not kosher
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| I reminisce with bliss, before Eshkoshkah
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| We was closer, later on you was supposed ta
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| Be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks
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| Every day it get worse, than the day before
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| Maybe you’re, actin too, immature
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| Insecure, plus I’m lookin for the cure
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| Keep flippin like you do I’m lookin at the door.
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| Ahh, motherfuck you
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| Playin, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| The fuck I look like huh?
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| One of these bitch ass niggas in the street huh?
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| You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means
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| And mean what he say
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| When I say I’m lookin at the door bitch I’m obvious
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| Straight up and down
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| The fuck I look like to you huh what?
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| And when you wit your friends I slide to the side
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| Until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God Cipher Divine
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| When I, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came
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| To an understanding that you underhanded and lame
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| I should play some stuck-up rapper role
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| And get foul everytime you lose control
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| But that’s not my order of operation
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| Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population
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| But now you ain’t actin the way that you used ta
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| B so I can’t C you in my future
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| And I don’t think that I can take it anymore
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| Y’all know the rest. |
| pavor amor
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| If the lovin ain’t right
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| You’re not home, late at night
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| All we ever do is fight
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| There’s a reason I should creep
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| If the lovin ain’t good
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| And I never thought you could
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| Ever treat me like you should
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| That’s a reason I should creep
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| Fuck is the deal, huh?
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| You know what I’m workin with, I gotta tie my shit to my knee
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| Fuck, my shit ain’t good, what?
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| The fuck is you doin, punk ass bitch?
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| My friends always tell me I’m lucky to stay
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| Dipped with the flyest chick from the B. K
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| But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray
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| So every night to the most high a nigga pray
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| That me and my shorty make it to another day
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| If not fuck it Ruckus it wasn’t meant to go that way
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| But hey I can’t front it was good while it lasted
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| Until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit
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| Some left field shit that a nigga can’t call
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| But all in all, I had a ball
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| I guess it’s better to have loved, and to have lost
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| Than to never have loved at all
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| If the lovin ain’t right
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| You’re not home, late at night
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| All we ever do is fight
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| There’s a reason I should creep
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| If the lovin ain’t good
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| And I never thought you could
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| Ever treat me like you should
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| That’s a reason I should creep
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| Youse a fuckin miserable bitch
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| Man that’s my word is bond you always want me around the shit
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| Misery love company man but you know what?
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| I’m gettin the fuck up on out of here, ba-by, bet that
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| I ain’t gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh?
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| Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man
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| Fuckin Heltah Skeltah me and Rock yaknahmean?
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| Motherfuckin my brother Illa-Noyz, man fuck you word up
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| Plus I got motherfuckin Ruste Juxx, knahmean?
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| Motherfuckin uhh, Mike Stew'
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| Singin what he singin, doin what he doin
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| If the lovin ain’t right
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| You’re not home, late at night
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| All we ever do is fight
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| There’s a reason I should creep
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| If the lovin ain’t good
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| And I never thought you could
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| Ever treat me like you should
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| That’s a reason I should creep…
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| (repeat both stanzas to end) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chicka Woo , by - Heltah Skeltah. Song from the album Magnum Force (Int'l Only), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп