| The Illa Ghee
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| I’m gunning
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| Let’s go
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| Uh huh
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| This is how it goes down
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| It’s about to go down
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| Illa
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| Hey yo I slip through the cracks
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| My rap flows crack
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| My gun create hands when the razors go clap
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| I spit so hard make the beat catch flack
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| I never had a deal but yet I got a gold plaque
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| True dog got to make you fake niggas lay flat
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| You appetizer cats are not food you’re just snacks
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| I’m not a lead song but I can take it to the max
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| I spit black milk and I swing the (?) ax
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| I ran them
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| Come through your hood with wild handguns
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| Handsome
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| Rap so foul I need a (?)
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| Illa Ghee fam this is me (?)
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| Go ham
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| My gun jelly 'cause haters never want jam
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| You god-damn right I fuck fans
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| In hotels, cars, the roof, and broke vans
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| My rap flow scars and bars are like brands
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| Fuck a tight jean nigga, the Illa’s a grown man
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| Now let the murda boyz play kid
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| My whole flow murder I live it the same way
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| And if you don’t give I take
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| Homie I spit in your face, make you open the safe
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| Loud nigga got the nine pointed at your liver
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| Sip a little liqour, the ice is in the ticker
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| My chain ice glacier, lyrics beyond nature
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| Ball like a Laker, enemies better pray for
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| Taste it
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| Public enemy with no flavor
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| It’s sad
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| Like the Ray J fight with (?)
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| I’m mad, I’m fronting with a forty-four mag
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| I’m mad, my flow like a Louis V Jag
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| Models
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| I do them how they do them in Chicago
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| Bravo
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| The Illa Ghee app is for (?)
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| And I knows
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| I’ll go against all mono-e-mono
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| Its time yo, running through the jungle like a rhino
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| You’re blind if you don’t see the rap games mine
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| I went to jail
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| 'Cause its a crime I’m not signed
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| Like the sun I will shine
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| Like coffee beans in the blender I’m on grind
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| You can find me in the gun range
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| Hitting the target with sharp aim
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| Or sitting in the range and I’m floating in all lanes
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| A lot of niggas talking but never do what they claim
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| I’m not the smartest dude but still be getting some brain
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| My lyrics are rugers (?)
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| You’re loving what you’re hearing but lyrics mimic and pain
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| The street (?) but still be looking the same
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| I’m the president to Bill (?) babies like Lil' Wayne
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| My attitude is real fucked up, and real shitty
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| Sometimes I feel like the bullet that killed Biggie
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| Life stands ugly but betchu I’ll be sitting pretty
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| With something pretty, hand on the blouse or in the kitty
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| I know too many killers (?) murder comitting
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| My lyrics is the day the terrorists hit the city
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| Enemies got smacked silly
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| I’m from Bed Stuy but my aura is Guy Richie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda Boyz , by - Illa Ghee. Song from the album Social Graffiti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп