| Yeah
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| My mic sound good?
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| Yeah (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
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| One-two, one-two
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| Yeah (Raise the gates)
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| Look. |
| Yeah. |
| (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
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| Listen
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| Yeah
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| It’s node sub-optimal, so watch it when the Ruger spit
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| Record the homicide so I can watch how many views it get
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| Fuck the world, fuck 'em all, I’m tired of this music shit
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| The goombah gon' move regardless of who producing it
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| You dumb if you don’t think that it’s a shot gon' fly
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| I will cross your fucking T’s and I will dot that eye
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| I will pop that nine, I will tighten the grip
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| You a sucka, you the type to take advice from a bitch
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| He defied God so he had to get his name cursed
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| Armed to the teeth, carry metal like a change purse
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| Make a list of raw motherfuckers, put my name first
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| Every single line is by design to make your brain burst
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| High like a motherfucker, I ain’t hit the ground yet
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| Dumpin' till the whole clip empty like a sound check
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| Twenty plus years, Ahki, I ain’t lost a round yet
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| Kemetic Orthodoxy where the ritual was founded
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| Nothing ever is enough, everybody getting touched
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| Motherfuckers is running up on me
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| The drama don’t stop, get your whole block shot
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| All these shooters is running up on me
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| I got a big street sweeper, I’m the hood Grim Reaper
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| Motherfuckers is dying around me
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| My trigger finger stay itching, we cooking in the kitchen
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| I ain’t fucking with nobody but me
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| So come hell or high water I’mma watch for the drop
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| I make this graveyard crowded like a popular spot
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| Nowadays it’s kinda hard to tell a cop from a ahk
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| I’mma aim the chopper either way and pop who I pop
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| Listen, he a traitor so he left for the hills
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| Screaming high-pitched, crying like he Stephanie Mills
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| Ain’t no iller voice in this shit
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| Die now or die later, that’s the choices you get
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| It’s moist and it’s wet, living here is literally hell
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| Bodies stacking when I crack 'em like the Liberty Bell
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| This dummy broke, looking at the bottom of the pint
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| I’m coming with the heater like the bottom of the ninth
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| That’s Allah and that’s my life, wanna see me it’s nothing
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| Just know that either way with me it’s gonna be a concussion
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| Body bags everywhere, machetes here to chop 'em up
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| Put his body on ice and slap him like a hockey puck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song San La Muerte , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album The Bridge and the Abyss, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп