| E Train, last call, 10 deep, left em drippin
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| Blacking out, catching wreck, fly tags, speaks the Griffin
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| Sneakers with Scotty Pippen, venomous probably just
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| I’ve been the renovate, I’m still rockin still big fest
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| Polo fresh, axo, polo bands axo
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| Free dancing in the backstreet with our Glocks off
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| Hard rocks, hammers and heaters, pick up the blocks wall
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| Family objective being gold before the cops swarm
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| Golden checks, never sex, we was not born
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| Streets made us then they raised us, we are not born
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| Gang shit was on the rise, but most my clique was neutral
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| Go get a fucked up nigga why? |
| Most my clique will shoot you
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| Blam blam, without beats over bandana
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| Bullets will make your face blurry like a back hammer
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| Peace to Queens nigga, home of that fly shit
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| Cop killa central, you got quick, wuddup tho?
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| (Hook)
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| Quarter to l’amour east, we all beasts
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| From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps
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| We all we we all we we we we we we we all creeps
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| Hibbie geebees to l’amour east, we all beasts
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| Smoke PCP, kids get stabbed over graffiti beef
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| Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti beef
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| I took the 6 train killa bronze for infinity lessons
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| With the rise of the crack riot had the vicinity stressin
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| My zulu medallion over whatever we was wearin
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| In the late 80's we wasn’t born wild, we was made crazy
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| That movie Big Street was so misleading
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| ‘Cause some of the breakers I knew were stick up kids that leave you cold to
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| bleeding
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| It wasn’t a happier time, New York was a fuckin mess
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| Little yellow envelope stuffed with skunk in chest
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| Then I’m in the back of the B train with a full finger ring and a gold roll
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| Didn’t look like a rapper, I looked like somebody that sold dope
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| And maybe I did cuz back home was no hope
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| But maybe because Rakim said he was no joke
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| And I wanted to be just like the god
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| Excelling my skill level, plus life was hard
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| Dog it was more realer back then, you would even deal a rap
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| The industry snatched from Brooklyn, I steal it back
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| (Hook)
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| Quarter to l’amour east, we all beasts
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| From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps
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| We all we we all we we we we we we we all creeps
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| Hibbie geebees to l’amour east, we all beasts
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| Smoke PCP, kids get stabbed over graffiti beef
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| Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti beef
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| Double L train Kenassi, flip tags, drippy Marcus
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| I be square connisee and 50 deep in king’s plaza
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| Flat leavers, crack slingers, god pealers, rap singers
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| Blasted Desert Eagles, turning tracks forever ether
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| Walk aboard, plain Scotty new corpse, space fly that goon
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| Sort they magic shrooms, more strange ethic soon
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| Last container full, dog day afternoon
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| Had to pay my dues, 4 James afterschool
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| I snuffed John Hayes and finally kept a video
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| Next to the alt steiner, Joey Haskall was with me too
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| That was before the gunplay and dapper them jackets
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| Bootleg Timbaland leathers and automatic ratchets
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| Before all the automy no blew his face off
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| Playin Russian roulette, have to be valued up a 8 Ball
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| From child hunt to lead the hurricane king’s county
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| From my hood to yours we represent it proudly
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| Represent New York, represent Rowdy
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| Represent my whole crew, represent Howdy
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| (Hook)
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| Quarter to l’amour east, we all beasts
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| From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps
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| We all we we all we we we we we we we all creeps
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| Hibbie geebees to l’amour east, we all beasts
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| Smoke PCP, kids get stabbed over graffiti beef
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| Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti beef |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song L'Amour East , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Grimy Awards, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп