| One-two, one-two, yo
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| What the fuck is the deal, it’s Toney Starks, nigga
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| Ya niggas know what time it is, the kid with the lazer beam vocals
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| You know you messing with a dart master, right now
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| J-Love, hit them niggas
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| Yo, who want to battle the Don?
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| I’m James Bond, in the Octagon, with two razors
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| Bet ya’ll didn’t know I had a fake arm, I lost it
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| Wild in war, before rap, I was gettin' it on
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| Choke a fat nigga out in like forty seconds, my gun get hard
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| With a .45 steel erection
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| Eagle on, Kangol hat slanted, coconut, bounce to Morocco
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| Guerilla medallions, like Flava Flav clock, yo
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| Niggas want me dead, but they scared to step to me
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| Rip they guts out, like a hysterectomy
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| When beef collide, look on the flip, buy a penitentiary kite
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| Or get you bumped off from the inside
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| Jaws is hanging, frauds is lifting
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| They drawers on the floor complaining
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| Bird ass nigga, resemble, Keenen Ivory Wayans
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| Stay in your place, dirt bomb rappers get shadowboxed
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| For training, ya’ll still eating bacon…
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| «Hidden Darts»
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| «Hidden Darts»
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| Yo, I’ve done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt)
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| Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut)
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| And broke a few nose bones, yo, light off a round or two
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| At certain dudes where they dropped they phones
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| Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail
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| For writing murder, my wrist couldn’t take it in bail
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| Then left my fingers for dead, told 'em
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| «I ain’t have nothing to do with the writing»
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| I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead
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| Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D’s
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| Rolling in threes, in them purple capri’s'
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| A gritty bop, my rocks is bigger, wallo’s with the gold tassels
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| Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle
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| And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out
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| Poofed the nails off, ya faggots can figure the price out
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| It’s chump change, ya’ll bitch niggas go get my coco
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| Get my slippers, before I go gun ho!
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| «Hidden Darts»
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| «Hidden Darts»
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| Ya’ll niggas hold your fucking necks
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| Before you put them shits to sleep
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| You know what I mean, daddy
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| It’s real like that, coming at all ya’ll niggas this year
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| I gots to come for that title, baby, I don’t give a fuck who holding it
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| Youknowhatimean? |
| Tone on the come up
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| Youknowhatimean, I’m playing on ya’ll niggas, man
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| So yo, ya’ll niggas know what the fuck time it is and shit
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| Slow the fuck down, nigga, throw this shit in, it’s real…
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| «Hidden Darts» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hidden Darts , by - J-Love. Song from the album Production Credits, Vol. 5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп