| You know the Don’s armed wit sixteen
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| And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage
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| Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics
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| Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards
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| Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it
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| Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage
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| Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish
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| She only lick dick status to get cabbage
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| Dick get lathered to the thick baptist
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| Who back on the map? |
| Giancana wit a vengeance
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| It’s drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight)
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| And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood
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| I’m a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga)
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| This where the buck stops, fuck props
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| Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot?
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| Thought I was done and wasn’t thuggin' the block?
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| Still real, bustin' the glock
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| Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now?
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| Sample of Mike Tyson speaking
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| People always talkin' bout I’m being loud and ruckus
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| I’m talkin' rogus because I’m angry, you know?
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| I’m angry about my experiences and all the things that I been through
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| See everyone else has the right to be angry
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| But this is just the way I express myself
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| (So, you ready to fight??)
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| Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this
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| Y’all believe lies like y’all was Catholics
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| I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate
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| My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it
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| My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it
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| I’m surly, miserable cat that slap shorties
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| Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly
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| I don’t even clap, young boy, he claps for me
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| Chain hang down to my dick, I’m that gaudy
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| I don’t even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly
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| I don’t even buck at you cats, you that corny
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| Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you
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| And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do
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| you should understand that I ain’t really fuckin' around
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| and if you don’t, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground
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| We buckin' em down, cuz that’s how wrong my life is
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| Y’all don’t understand how fuckin' strong my wife is
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| I’m from a time where every song was righteous
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| Before rap was just a swarm of white kids
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| And y’all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the
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| pawns and sheisters
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| I’ll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers
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| And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless
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| What!!! |
| Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!! |
| (Yeah!!!)
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| And I’m not afraid to die, I’m not afraid to waist my life
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| Cause when I die I’m going to paradise
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| So I’m not worried, and I’m in a hurry to die
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| Cause I’m not gonna let nobody disrespect me
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| and make comments about me without me retaliating |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Animal Rap , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album Visions Of Gandhi, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп