| Yeah, this that brand new Rebel I.N.S., back on the set
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| This shit is off the dial, Shaolin Style, better hold on to something
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| Yo, S.I.N.Y. |
| and what
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| Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, head or gut
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| Yes, us, Lexus and next trucks
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| Flesh plush, land plus, extras
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| Cess, dust, whatever get you messed up
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| Test us, get crushed, next up
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| Better luck, we takin' off with jet thrust
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| Under pressure, they can’t take the head rush
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| Talk to me, go and take the walk through me
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| Or yours truly, will screw you like a tour groupie
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| War duty, after I’mma call Suzy
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| Tall cutie, she’ll do me like a porn movie
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| I burn thousand degrees, nothin' match me
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| You think you out of my league, now how can that be?
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| Son, you follow my lead, playin' the back seat
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| Ya’ll ride dicks like a taxi, it’s like that
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| Here we go.
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| I roll fat, holdin' a stash (it's like that)
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| Home girl, blowin' my jack (like that)
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| We boys in the mist of the noise (it's like that)
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| We big boys whippin' them toys (like that)
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| We up late, runnin' from jake (like that)
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| And still got money to make (it's like that)
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| From now until we finish the game (like that)
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| The world gonna cherish the name (it's like that)
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| Downtown blowin' my sound, blew out your Alpines
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| Feel me, I did it for dough, this ain’t about rhymes
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| Cash on delivery, not leavin' without mines
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| Face tried to powder my shine, it’s about time
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| To politic, poppin' the clip, bust off the hot shit
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| Holler this, monstrous hit, and stop ya gossip
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| I rep, what you expect, I took a set back
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| Crept back, nursin' my wounds, lookin' for get back
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| Forced to bring the pain, make 'em say my name
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| Rings have changed, shinin' like I’m Ving Rhames
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| Or King James, hustlin', I sling game
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| Sting lames, this money makin' things change
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| I bless heads, push past the full macs
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| Left for dead, raised by the wolf packs
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| Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats
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| Draw blood, don’t even pull gats, it’s like that
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| Aiyo, ya’ll better kick your shoes off
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| And come on in!
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| Aiyo, this is all for my Metro card, one dollar cab niggas
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| Niggas who walk here, and all the ladies who stood on line in the rain
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| With the bouncers who let the thugs slide, come on, come on.
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| The streets watch, ya’ll gon get ya teeth knocked
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| The heats hot, bustin' til the beef stop
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| Preach not, our goal is to reach the top
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| Knees drop, I light it up and clean shop
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| Built with better design, clever mind
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| Verbal tech 9, light years, ahead of my time
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| And I, walk with, criminals who talk shit
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| We talk business, the blocks is our office
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| Many have come, few that could walk this
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| Roam too far, catch static like a cordless
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| I’m off this, pimpin' a broad, beyond gorgeous
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| Gettin' lost, dippin' in twin Porsches, it’s like that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Like That , by - Inspectah Deck. Song from the album The Movement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп