| Ill Bill
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| Apathy
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| Brooklyn goons to Snowgoons
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| Demigodz, LCN
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| Doe rakers
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| -- Apathy
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| Watch out where them Snowgoons go
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| We make the sky bleed black snow
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| Not after your cash, we’re after your soul
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| We make the sky bleed black snow
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| Watch out where them Snowgoons go
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| We make the sky bleed black snow
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| Not after your cash, we’re after your soul
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| We make the sky bleed black snow
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| -- Ill Bill
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| I’m a diamond in the rough
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| Leave hollows in the gun
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| Leave large holes in your skull
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| Cause you ain’t never coming home
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| You’ll never fucking survive
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| I’m leaving nothing alive
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| Nobody’s gonna escape
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| Everybody’s gonna die
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| Like the angel of death
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| Creep up with the four-fives
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| And chrome nines
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| No love lost and no smile
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| No mercy, no retreat
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| No surrender, coke and heroin
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| I’m the man on the street
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| Like a old school metalhead
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| Riding dirty, mind perverted
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| Shooting pornos behind the iron curtain
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| Do more dirt than Tide detergent
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| Fuck peace, I’m a violent person
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| My mind’s a distorted and fucked-up pile of wires and circuits
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| Uncle Howie Records there be drugs around me forever
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| A foundation of terror that rise together
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| Buck off dimes and motherfuck dames together
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| We fight til the motherfucking death and die together, La Coka
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| -- Apathy
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| Motherfucker I’m Zeus
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| In a bubble goose with Timberland boots
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| They try to hang me with a noose
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| I rip the tree from its roots
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| You in cahoots with Lhus
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| Suffer if you got a den of some hating troops
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| I got a blender full of forbidden fruits
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| The force of my flows could fracture forty bottles
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| Got a posse of apostles and pussy from supermodels
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| I’m a monster in mosh pits, powerful as Pac spits
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| Launching rockets from Glock clips and my six
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| The Mossberg moss and that kill sound clash
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| Only fuck thick chicks with a big round ass
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| Outlast motherfuckers, I’ll be taking out trash
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| Need to get up, get out, just listen to Outkast
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| Ap’s flows smack foes, jack dough, mack hoes
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| Spitting rhymes, making dictators resign like Castro
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| The heavy ammunition is the weapons of choice
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| Run up on these motherfuckers like, «Sprechen sie Deutsch?» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Snow, artist - Ill Bill. Album song The Best of Snowgoons, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп