| What’s the reason why these hard-ass cappers gettin' hung?
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| The real keep living but the fakers die young
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| Watch the big shit dig his grave with his tongue
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| The real keep living but the fakers die young
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| Aight class, let me teach you hood lesson number one:
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| Keep your eyes on your money, when them laws is comin run
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| Real life, understand hood lesson number two:
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| Nullify all gun-bumpin' snitches out the crew
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| Write it down, motherfuckers, hood lesson number three:
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| Just because you spent a grand, don’t mean your woman won’t fuck me
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| Listen up, number four: with your partners let it flow
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| But by yourself and see your foes before they see you time to go
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| Where I live you got to strive, hood lesson number five:
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| Talkin' shit you take a dive, you got game you stay alive
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| Pay attention, make your list, hood lesson number six:
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| But if it ain’t none of yo business keep yo face up out the mix
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| Keep it low, what I’m stressin', that’s lesson number seven:
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| Understand we live in hell, 'cause without paper ain’t no heaven
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| Let your mind elevate, ghetto lesson number eight:
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| Don’t be out there tryna cap because that shit gon seal your fate
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| Look in the clique, the twisted minds with agg faces
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| Routine to interact with drama on a daily basis
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| Snitches in the midst of true players like they aces
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| Fakers plus real Gs equals murder cases
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| Suckers try to sell it, but legitimate brothers they live to tell it
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| Half these fools talkin' about «clientele» can’t even spell it
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| made these punks, so don’t provoke 'em
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| Killers agg enough to roll your ashes up and smoke 'em
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| Programmed for drama, street producing, blood from grudges
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| Motherfucking dealers selling cocaine to the judges
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| Count it up for the blast, if we acted right the world might last
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| But if «if» was a bullet, we’d all be shot in the ass
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| K-Rino be underground 'cause they don’t play me on the radio
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| Legendary flower grabbed the micrphone in '84
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| Fakers falling off because they ain’t got no identity
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| Trying to be a killer got him blowed off the vicinity
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| Never had a battle, said you did but see you lied to me
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| Hit him with that swarm and made him feel like it was five of me
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| Drivin' me, see how ignorant rappers persist to be
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| No knowledge of self and don’t shit about your history |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fakers Die Young , by - K Rino. Song from the album No Mercy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп