| Y’all couldn’t tame me, so you stain me
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| You set me up, so if I blow up your fucking car, don’t blame me
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| From the city to the county to the state pen
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| To the middle ward with all of the great men
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| Charles Manson and et cetera
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| Malicious manipulated miraculous mass murderer
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| Hard luck was born around me
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| Social setbacks, financial depression mentally drowns me
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| I had a dream a cop tried to follow me
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| Pulled out a gun full of bullets and made him swallow three
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| Backup came, I shot a 50 in a clutch
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| Getting hit by 49, I must be losing my touch
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| Woke up sweating with the premonition
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| He’s a shark and my blade’s a hook, time to do some ho fishing
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| If I go to the White House, I’m willing to bet with no sweat
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| I could feel my motherfucking neck
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| Why work at Jack in the Box
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| When I can make a grand a day just by packing the rocks
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| Keep popping the shit you talk
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| I’ll drive a truck in that asshole quick, then parallel park
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| You developed these mean streets
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| Just to keep my black face on back of the green sheet
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| On Friday the 13th I rest myself
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| Cause I’m dropping motherfuckers on Thursday the 12th
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| That’s why I SLIP
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| S.L.I.P. |
| — Serving Life In Prison
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| S.L.I.P. |
| — Serving Life In Prison
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| S.L.I.P. |
| — Serving Life In Prison
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| S.L.I.P. |
| — Serving Life In Prison
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| Your Honor, we have substantial amounts of evidence against this man.
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| I think his ass deserves to die. |
| He brings shame and humiliation to this great,
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| great country we live in
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| I’m caught in a lifetime sentence, yeah prejudiced set-up
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| Even if I’m locked up I’ll never let up
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| I’m mentally scarred from the punishment
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| Society kept me in bondage for years now it’s done again
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| I dropped out in the tenth, never could go the length
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| Because the white education was never meant
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| Thought I was rough, now my reel I’m reading
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| Born with a bullet in my chest, trunk and bleeding
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| Nobody read me, my leader misled me
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| I straight up broke the damn hand that fed me
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| Cold killed a cop, knocked him out till his head split
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| Whooped him till he woke up and said, «Man I’m dead, shit»
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| When he come. |
| I’m a brass knuckle bricker bomb
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| Tricks in my mix getting chewed like a stick of gum
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| Going through ya chest like a raygun
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| Been the main target of a social conspiracy since day one
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| I ain’t calm yet, you jet when my palm sweats
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| Cannons and bullets, firing squads and bomb threats
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| Wrapped in a cell block, trapped in a jail lock
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| Sold rock, guns cocked, the mirrors in shell shock
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| Shit, got two kids, a son and a daughter
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| But my gal lost it so she replaced a restraining order
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| Living life with cops steady grabbing me
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| The biggest mistake my momma made was having me
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| Walking the path quick, South Park first round draft pick
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| Half sick, I’m hard as a math trick
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| Dangerous, a brother you don’t trust
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| The type to get a gun and just unload on a school bus
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| When I was ten they should have signed a document
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| Making me a permanent boy’s home occupant
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| They say vote for a prez who’s equipped
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| But why pick a captain if he can’t steer the damn ship
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| The whole moral of these little tales
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| Is to display that the unnecessary bullshit still prevails
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| And that’s wack life but you ain’t gotta listen
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| S.L.I.P. |
| — Serving Life In Prison |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song S.L.I.P., artist - K Rino. Album song Stories From The Black Book, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп