| Why you cuddle it a hard I sleep with the four
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| Official Pistol Gang, we be the reapers of war
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| It doesn’t mean that you’re welcome, cause you’re kicking the door
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| I’m the boss, why you filing grievances for?
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| Graph writers use the thump out toys
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| Keep em both eyes open for them jump out boys
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| I will body motherfuckers if they pump that noise
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| Been down since Disco 3, become fat boys
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| Let me fall back, let me take a sip at the bar
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| Cause Vinnie in the hood like I’m fixing your car
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| I’m the overlord, I don’t need permission from y’all
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| I get a migraine every time I listen to y’all
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| Listen, y’all ain’t never living the best
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| With em hollow tip bullets spit quicker than Ritz
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| The nine always concealed, I’m letting his bitch breathe
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| Your body gonna be mistaken for Swiss cheese
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| The front and the back, what you want? |
| Where you at?
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| When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
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| Where the blunt? |
| Where the gat?
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| Where the funk? |
| Where the strap?
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| When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
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| This another hell storm, point blank, male born
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| The ambulance take you away and not care gone
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| Dirt weed in a backpack full of Krylon
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| Move rock for y’all without seeing the pylon
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| None of y’all could ever be on the level that I’m on
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| Traveling trajectories with crystals made of ion
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| Jeffrey Hunter need to find another place to die on
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| I don’t know what drugs y’all motherfuckers high on
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| Whoever told you, you should do it, gave you bad advice
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| I’mma put a few in you then blast you in the afterlife
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| You ain’t even half as nice, bloodier than passion Christ
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| You want a body? |
| Give me a pen, a bottle and glass of ice
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| I’mma do it my way, fish and edamame
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| Chase of every fine glass of wine with a latte
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| My music age well like it’s related to Shadai
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| Vinnie put a few shots into you like Bombay
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| The front and the back, what you want? |
| Where you at?
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| When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
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| Where the blunt? |
| Where the gat?
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| Where the funk? |
| Where the strap?
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| When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Merchant of War, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song The Thief and the Fallen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп