| Heh ha ha.
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| Yeah.
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| Yeah.
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| Last Of The Mohicans' man.
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| Let’s go!
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| Heh.
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| You’ll never take me alive.
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| (It's time- DJ!)
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| Heh.
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| (Wake 'em up!)
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| I’d like to introduce you all to somebody.
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| Somebody very dear.
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| I’m here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever
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| Cause everytime I shoot nothing but fo' and betta
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| And them slugs get heada' your way any day fella
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| Cause when murder reigns you gona' need umbrellas
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| Kevlar and a whole lot of gun runners
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| You hotdog niggas hide your relish, ain’t shit to tell us
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| I keep the army, and they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me
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| Unless your desire leads you to touch the dream
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| I be in back of the back, A.G. on the jeans
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| Hit the button to the left and you can see how it leans
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| This thang is like an airplane you park in the street
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| Mean, it’s so vicious call me young, all the wishes
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| Cause I wished for it all, beg the lord for forgiveness
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| Cause I sin I’ma sinner, but I win I’ma winner
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| I’m runnin' the marathon and y’all niggas are sprinters
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| I exercise more mental and massage my fingers
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| I’m lookin' forward to bangin' out start to finish
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| Give me a minute let me explain why most niggas is timid
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| They runnin' round with good bodies and no hearts in 'em
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| Makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em'
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| Witness Rule the chosen, man who spit it the coldest
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| Load up this ten shot, till y’all niggas the hole-est
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| I’ma God send- niggas better act like they know this
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| Muthafucka
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| Your game ain’t nuthin' but smoke and mirrors (let 'em know)
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| Y’all clowns can’t be serious (uh-huh)
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| Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us
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| We still livin' this real vivid, we real niggas (nigga)
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| Your game ain’t nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh)
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| We ain’t neva scared I hope all y’all hear us
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| Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us
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| We still livin' this real vivid, we kill killers
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| The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille
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| That raw coked up flow you can put in the scales
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| So when niggas start dyin' can’t nobody tell
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| It’s jus an overdose injection of that braille
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| Rule, when I come thru' can’t nobody move me
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| I’m exclusive cop some new shit every Tuesday
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| Excuse me- bitch, I’m one of a kind
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| When I die study my mind and dupe' the design
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| Now I’m inclined, people say that I’m ahead of my time
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| Whoever said that they musta had they nose on the line
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| I’m not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this muthafuckin' rap shit
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| What religion you practice, a pristical baptist or catholic
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| I can’t really say I’m religious- and to that I’ma witness
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| But I’m spiritual that’s why I keep the Lord in the picture
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| 40. Cal in the 7−40 I laugh at niggas
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| That wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches
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| And get thrown wit' bricks tied to they Lebron’s
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| The game we play is chess- them niggas is pawns
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| You the first pieces we take off the board, because I’ma king that’s from Queens
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| And then it’s the whole regime, betta known as the team
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| Big shout to my nigga Preme
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| It ain’t nothin' illegal about keepin' ya' cash clean
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| When you sellin' millions of records, and send me some jeans
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| Muthafucka
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| Your game ain’t nuthin' but smoke and mirrors (let 'em know)
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| Y’all clowns can’t be serious (uh-huh)
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| Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us
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| We still livin' this real vivid, we real niggas (nigga)
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| Your game ain’t nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh)
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| We ain’t neva scared I hope all y’all hear us
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| Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us
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| We still livin' this real vivid, we kill killers
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| Yeah.
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| You know.
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| Uh.
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| Wha’cha’ll don’t know?
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| There’s nothin' real about these niggas in this game.
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| This is it.
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| Murder Inc. nigga.
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| You lookin' at 'em.
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| The realest muthafuckin' niggas in the game.
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| You starin' at 'em.
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| Ain’t no need to look nowhere else.
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| It’s murder niggas.
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| Holla.
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| We ridin'.
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| You know.
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| C’mon niggas.
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| It’s danger.
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| It’s danger.
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| What up to my nigga Merc.
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| Big Caddy.
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| My nigga Black Child.
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| Rest in peace.
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| To our muthafuckin' soldier up in Heaven- my nigga D.O. |
| Cannons.
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| Do Cannons.
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| We see you nigga, we love you nigga.
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| (Shadow I see you nigga.
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| We gon' pour out a lil' liquor.
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| We gon' have some fun.
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| We gon' ride this muthafucka' out.
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| It’s murda'.
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| Real talk nigga.
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| We in the building…) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last of the Mohicans, artist - Ja Rule. Album song R.U.L.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп