| I remember as a young buck tryna get a grip on the Southwest
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| Everyday I’m coming in with my mouth bust
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| Cause I fought back I never hold out
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| I’m still a man even with my chin blown out
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| I held my ground the city didnt get to me
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| But when I came home Daddy put his foot to me
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| I lay awake praying that the motherfucker dies
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| I see his fist and the pain in my mothers eyes
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| They tell me lies they did when I was only ten
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| They got me looney tooney I’m drinking boony gin
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| And once again the city gave me another test
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| I wasn’t there for my brother now he lay to rest
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| In the chest the bullet got the best of him
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| They caught his killa I’m goin for the rest of him
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| When they found that I’m down wicked clown
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| Wicked sound pop pop the murder goes round
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| And round I wonder will it ever cease
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| Fuck the police they tried to rape my niece
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| But at least she’s ok they never caught her
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| I’m spending nights in the gutter drinking sewer water
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| I’m not alone there’s others in my territory
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| We all share the same story a horror story
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| And it’s gory I join the gang I’m riding high
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| So if you try to take my pride then someone’s gonna die
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| Someone’s gonna die cause it has to be
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| So many people live life dastardly
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| If your looking for the answer don’t be asking me
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| I either blast him or he blast through me
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| Someone’s gonna die cause it has to be
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| So many people live life dastardly
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| If your looking for the answer don’t be asking me
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| I either blast him or he blast through me
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| In this city there’s only two kinds of love
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| Clown love and the love for the up above
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| I fell in love with a bitch she hoed me
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| I should’ve listened to the carnies when they told me
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| Women are the devil they pollute your mind
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| They take control with their hole and then they roll
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| It’s getting old I’m grabbing every both I find
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| They try to play me I punch them in the lowers spine
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| I’m on my mind I’m steady tryna catch a grip
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| Don’t wanna slip the ghettos like a sinking ship
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| I’m going under I wonder if I’m alone
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| I see my sadness drawn on with me in the ghetto zone
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| I show respect to the crews and what’s to lose
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| You might get shot up in the skull stepping on my shoes
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| My shoes are tracks there nothing but a dollar fifty
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| Just wanna murder anybody tryna get with me
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| I need my mother I miss her I reminisce
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| I’m thinking about every Friday night she’d bring us chips
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| I’m watching chips she let us stay awake late
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| That shit was great but now it’s all about hate
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| Them days are gone I belong to another life
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| Another time when different shit is on my mind
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| Shit like murder death and graveyards
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| Jokers cards and how someone’s gonna die
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| Someone’s gonna die cause it has to be
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| So many people live life dastardly
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| If your looking for the answer don’t be asking me
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| I either blast him or he blast through me
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| Someone’s gonna die cause it has to be
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| So many people live life dastardly
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| If your looking for the answer don’t be asking me
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| I either blast him or he blast through me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Someone's Gonna Die, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп