| Godfather of gangsta, ghetto, project, complex, co-op, hip-hop
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| G. Rap influenced me in, not in any way but in every way almost,
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| you know the dig?
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| N.O.R.E. |
| — Nore, G. RAP!
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| If y’all don’t know about G. Rap, y’all don’t know about rap!
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| G. Rap — see you again, baby (my life nigga)
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| All of my life, I live
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| I’ll be thuggin with youuuuuuu
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| Rock it out baby, knock it out baby
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| Won’t stop 'til I die for this
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| I’ll be keepin it trueeeeeee
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Yo, yo It’s mafia ties, rules, let 'em fuck each other’s wives
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| Niggaz is real stupid and they think like chicks
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| They was dealing with ounce money 'til I bought the bricks
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| I done walked through the valley of the shadow of death (yeahhhh)
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| And smoked cigarettes, constant, step for step (oh yeah)
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| Island-style, four-bill and mop your neck
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| I got the bandana, see, it’s already a «B»
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| I’m like Santana from American ME
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| They call me D.A.N. |
| — Dead All Nore (D.A.N. — Dead All Noreeeee)
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| And I got guns, y’all ain’t got nothin for me Fuck the popo, cuz niggaz don’t leave no prints (prints)
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| Niggaz gave me a brick and ain’t seen me since (yeahhhh)
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| Now I’m out the game like Kane and them
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| And now niggaz want me, I ain’t blamin them
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| I got guns that stretch south, macs and tecs out
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| I big’d up, copped the five, fuck a six, what?! |
| (ohhhh oh oh)
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| I speak on phones in Kohl’s, my shit stay tapped
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| Like Gregory Hines, wild since seventy-nine
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| I’m federal time, still an enemy of the state
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| They had to beat the murder case back in eighty-eight (tell 'em bout it)
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| Judge Hoffman gave fifteen to Q-God's
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| Started riots in the jungle like the Rodney King charges
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| In L.A., what up essa? |
| (whaddup) I spray tre’pounds (yeahhhh)
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| To nueva, I’m loco nigga (loco)
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| I’m the one that made attempts on the popo bigger
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| I put crazy work in, (that's right) fuck who criticize my verses
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| I only rap, cuz the streets is sour
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| The money is good and I couldn’t find sheets for powder
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| I could get on some bullshit, (on some bullshit) y’all niggaz understand me?
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| I keep heat like Miami, fry for family (what? fry for family)
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| Rubbing tat for infanity, I curse the game
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| Menace to Society like O-Dog and Kane (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| All of my life, uh-huh uh-huh
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| Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons
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| Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh)
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| Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon
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| Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue
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| Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun (yeahhhh)
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| Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom
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| Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes
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| Prison niggaz that ran balloons
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| Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons
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| Fuck women in tanning rooms
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| Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit
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| If I can’t stack a nigga cap get peeled loose
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| Word to them cats that died on the street, it’s spilled juice
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| So where that Don be? |
| In the calm breeze in the palm trees
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| Bomb G under the armpiece (yeahhhh)
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| Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy
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| Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory
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| Washin the jackpot like laundry
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| Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly (All of my…)
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| Life, we spend, someone — know someone
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| We spend, (yeah) we spend…
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| And what about — where you come from (where you come from, where you)
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| What about — You will get up on-on… My life, my life, my life
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| What. |
| uh… uh-huh
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| Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Life , by - J-Love. Song from the album Legends Vol 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп