| Let’s go
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| (Feds in the precinct lookin at our picture)
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| If rap don’t work we gonna get it like Guy Fisher
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| (I was taught to ride with them niggas thatl die with ya)
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| Headed OT? |
| Then bring some pies with ya
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| (Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya)
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| Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya
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| (I shine)
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| You shine
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| (Like smith n wesson you don’t wanna feel the ghost)
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| Or the kiss of death n'
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| (Tubs still lift up)
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| So do the sink now
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| (Pablo escobar shit)
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| Buyin a clink now
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| (Dead presidents shit)
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| Robbin the Brinks now
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| (100 shot tommy guns)
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| Hell of a stink now
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| ('Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son)
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| Muah, im that nigga ya’ll know that
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| (Do it Holiday Style)
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| Double R is Comin for War
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| On the average day we smoke about a quarter
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| (And everythings is bad for a nigga nowadays)
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| So we drink a lot of water
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| (talk about you «so rich»)
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| Nigga you «so bitch»
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| (that your parents probably think they got a daughter)
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| Yeah we them boys that bring all the terror
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| (we persevered through all the errors)
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| Lay niggas down with all barettas
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| (everything in the bag--chains, watches…)
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| …all your leathers
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| (So you can act funny with yourselves)
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| I’m in the hood with dope
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| (Sacks is filled twenty after twelve)
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| A sign of the times kitchen cook 38, 38 treys
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| (that remind you of dimes)
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| Hustlers, entreprenaurs
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| (Anything to do with the hood)
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| That’s what we responsible for
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| (Battin you down)
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| Knifin you up
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| (Stompin your jaw)
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| Bail a nigga out for stealin something out on the tour
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| (And they makin technology to trya nd screw niggas)
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| I’m good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga
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| (Yall dudes with 9 lives got one life left)
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| And controversy sells but it ain’t like death
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| (So pop him in the head til his brains start to fizz on him)
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| I ain’t sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him
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| (Waitin on the day they say jesus is gonna come)
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| So god bless yall niggas cuz im sneezing with my gun
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| Ah-choo
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| (Bless you)
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| You ain’t D Block or Double R nigga
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| (No doubt imma stretch you)
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| Imma shoot back 10 feet
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| (Imma catch you)
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| Real brutal shit
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| (Make sure I snap your neck too)
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| SLR or the Aston Mar'
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| (Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin bars)
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| Iced out
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| (Or wear no ice at all)
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| 100 Gs on the dice game
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| (Life's a ball)
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| Listen up -- if you real get real estate
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| (We the best in the game, that ain’t a real debate)
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| And they never had AK’s peelin face
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| (Cuz it’s written in the starts for us to seal your fate)
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| Time to skate |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shoot Outs , by - Jadakiss. Song from the album Kiss Of Death, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп