| I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps
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| But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps
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| I see so many players I wonder where the coach is
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| My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches
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| The dough that you're making has got you fronting and faking
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| Your heart's been shook your brain's cooked like bacon
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| Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it
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| Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue Bonnet
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| And now it's my turn kid watch me churn
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| There's only so many spots they're had to earn
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| Pack it up pack it in
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| Let me begin
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| Too many men are judged by the color of their skin
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| Their apparatus gets blessed,
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| suckers get put to rest
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| The more damn pure
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| I got the cure for this fest
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| The wackness is spreading like a plague
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| MC's, they wanna get paid
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| But they cant make the fuckin' grade
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| How many times you wannabe's gonna try?
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| Yo they just style like dockers
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| They cant touch the knowelege I disordify
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| I tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier
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| When I'm holdin down the fort
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| For some time, now
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| Others callin it manuscript
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| When I stop to go a top
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| They be like Damn he flipped
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| Now I'm sick, and fed up wit that bullshit
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| I got that lyrical front tip
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| When you sell out to appeal to the masses
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| You have to go back and enroll in some classes
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| All you worthless pieces start shaking your asses
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| All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it
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| Back in '89 I dropped too much acid
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| Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid
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| While you busy ragging on the people you blasted
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| I'm asking how many days have you fasted
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| Get up I'll break ya down a little something
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| I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
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| Dead up too many crews be fronting
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| I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
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| Get up I'll break ya down a little something
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| I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
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| Dead up too many crews be fronting
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| I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
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| I'm sick, demented, I smack my manager
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| The flow thats flessin
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| I'm adressing all ya'll imatures
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| Cause to your back, I got the "Tre Piounce Piete"
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| Tell me why you tryin' to claim that you a gansta', baby?
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| But let's suppose you really had a burner (suppose)
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| You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
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| Fuck a murder I'm a just kill your ego
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| Cause we know that you ain't really got no people
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| Murdering a prop my man this my homey that
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| You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't know me jack
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| Eney, meeny, miney, moe
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| I put seeds in your mental and I watch em grow
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| Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow
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| Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show
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| Cause I know and you this is how we go
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| Somalaku to the Muslim
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| Shalom to the Hebrew
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| Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
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| These seven deadly sins represent my jinn
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| You scheming on testing me kid where you been
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| I been told all my life I'm my only friend
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| There's a killer on the road money it's the end
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| And you might think that I'm a dummy
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| But while you're out at the spot I'm homes' chilling with your honey
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| I kicks flavor
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| Like Steven King I write the horror
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| If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead you're best to follow
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| Or you'll be left along the road in the dust (in the dust)
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| And me and you won't have too much to discuss
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| I dont know why
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| MC's will come to test for ionide
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| Master of myself, my wealth
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| It's just my state of mind
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| I stack my loot
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| Just for a rainy day
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| And you can parch on your forty
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| Cause rappers I slay
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| I'm the quick draw
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| The outlaw
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| I doubt ya'll
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| Ready to fuck with me
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| So boy stop
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| Or, I'm a beat your ass
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| Like your pops
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| Hit the real estate money and then the props
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| Get up I'll break ya down a little something
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| I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
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| Dead up too many crews be fronting
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| I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
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| Get up I'll break ya down a little something
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| I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
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| Dead up too many crews be fronting
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| I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fed Up , by - House Of Pain. Song from the album Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп