| Anyone ever die in your arms you cock sucker?
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| A family member? |
| Someone you love?
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| No
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| Well give it time, see if I can’t make that happen for you
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| Fit chrome stick up kids and coke sluts
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| My friends rip ATMs out of walls with tow trucks
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| Bunch of crazy eddies with machetes
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| Sprinkle a little snow up top instead of cherries
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| They had a shoot out in the lobby
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| A hollow ricocheted off the intercom knob and popped little Tommy
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| The projects gave me a sense of humor
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| Fuck expensive shooters
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| My goons are Freddy Krugers
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| Love my jacuzzi and my limousine
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| But all I need is my Uzi and my triple beam
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| Flirting with tenderonies, perverted ceremonies
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| Pour a little liquor for our dead homies
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| Pour a little liquor for our dead homies
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| Pour a little liquor for our dead homies
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| Kill any fella
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| After prosciutto, oil and mozzarella, mortadella
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| Dave Mustaine veins, hit 'em like Lou Piniella
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| Baking soda, undercovers looking like Yani
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| They want coke
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| Stu gobbled up in the Maserati cutting soap
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| Ten commandments
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| Get them bagged up, elephant grams
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| 80's fishscale like pelicans, Cubans with twenty plants
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| All she wanna do is dance, Van Halen coke vixen
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| Met her on Souther and Pickern, face mask tradition
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| Windows tinted like the eye on a pigeon, surgical precision
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| Stove tops, cook crack and crush victims
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| Hebrew scholar, from the Omni car for a dollar
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| Spit the Kabala, MC Lyte razors taped to my collar
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| Stay hot 'cause I got the same tailor as Tex Watson
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| Impaled Nazarene in the Datsun
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| From Brooklyn to Yonkers
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| Pour a little liquor for our dead homies
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| Pour a little liquor for our dead homies
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| Pour a little liquor for our dead homies |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shiva Call , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Cannibal Hulk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп