| Yo word up man
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| Word up man, its a lot of niggaz out there
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| Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit
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| I know we magnum force, and all of that
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| We run with o.g.c.s n shit
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| Well fuck your ass up too, word up Bummy jab, mr. |
| perfect, equals perfect jab
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| Word is bond
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| This whole shits played, like jordache and sassoon
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| Sue me its time, that yall ass out like baboons
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| Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang
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| To your equilibrium, youre physically dismantled
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| Batten down the hatches, I mastered this flow I crafted
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| Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches
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| To let tactics, knock the world off its axis
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| Supreme mean the lastest level, you cant pass this
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| Well tell them hold this, heat-seekin fistll never miss
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| On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish
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| Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some
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| For your glass jaw, bloody marys aint that bad son
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| Jabs a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come
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| When I get to snuffin bwoy youll wish you had a gun
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| Havin fun yet? |
| mr. |
| perfects the one who says who
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| Get hurt next, suplexin all of you?
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| You got nowhere to run ta, ima hunter like a fonzo
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| Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo
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| Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, aint nuttin changed duke
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| If you cant stand the rain you better wear a poncho
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| Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes
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| Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke
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| Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy
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| When I get hyper, I burn that ass like all types of lye
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| Alright alright alright, maybe Im not the best, but Im one of em See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement
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| I stay flossin, you bring your crew I bring the four-fifths
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| Known to jab, cause I move like a rook straight at cha
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| And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one
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| Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler
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| Stagger a devil sayin, «go the fuck back to africa»
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| Its the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)
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| I break dudes in half (half)
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| Get splashed on your staff, if you dont know the math
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| (call em perfect)
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| I bring shit they cant fathom, sent to hurt shit
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| It aint worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em Since the days of adam, befo eve flipped the script
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| It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this
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| (that boy bad, that boy bad!)
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| But now we out to bring em back terror, Im bout cheddar
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| (hah!) they call me mr. |
| perfect
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| Cause im, simply without error (per-fect-o)
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| You couldnt weather my endeavor, Im too clever
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| Dont ever bring it to my square queer you know better
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| And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper
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| Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola
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| Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola
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| Own a pager, bonus how I call the paper, you make all the dough
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| But anyway I slay a boa anyday, you know what?
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| I may just take you over, my wagers
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| To get your face or your nose bloodied, what?
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| The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, dont fuck around
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| Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola
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| Wait up hold up! |
| dont make a, nigga roll up Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up I hate ya Do your dirty m.p. |
| now stands for makeem pay brah
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| Im rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues
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| Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible twos
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| You did what to who? |
| youse estoria like the waldorf
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| Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like Im goin off
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| You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely
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| My theory is, cant none of yall faggot niggaz beat me Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, its his fault
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| He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab
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| Motherfuckers!
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| Word up nigga, well knock you straight the fuck out
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| All yall niggaz, all yall niggaz who act like yall want it Yall gonna get it nigga, word up Hah, this is the perfect jab
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| Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad
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| Hah, this is the perfect jab
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| Step to this boy you better curse your dad
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| Dont be fuckin with this here, perfect jab
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| You better curse your dad
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| Worst luck you ever had
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| Times that times four, triple that like rs And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there
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| Word is bon jovi, heh
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| We will fuck you up, word up
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| M.f.c. |
| (for life!!) for life! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfect Jab, artist - Heltah Skeltah. Album song Magnum Force (Int'l Only), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп