| Yo, Seven, you down to rip ‘em?
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| Hell yeah
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| Then show your skill
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Handle the mic like you be handling the steel
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Spot rocking with stigmata, I guess it’s the gift
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| Heal the crippled when I rip the freestyle on a metro lip
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| Quick to go to war ‘cause I don’t your mama and them
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| Take your wife and your daughter and beat your ass with a bicycle rim
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| And when you know it, you went out like a hoe
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| Talking like, «» Nigga, you got D-Boed, you got Ramboed
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| And your cousins wouldn’t even help ‘cause I was in fucking up-mode
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| Tsk tsk, I see dead people
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| Like emcee died when he bit my rhyme and didn’t know the flow was lethal
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| They tried to kill me by giving me cancer (You can’t get rid of that)
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| Shit, if DB came on and then rocked a verse, then cancer gave me back
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| Vision my wisdom but you scared to look
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| I’m hieroglyphics in the sonic bible, the Quran and K-Rino's Book
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| You can be deaf and dumb and it wouldn’t change shit
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| Plug up my ears, rip out my tongue and your ass in sign language, bitch
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| Felony, you down to rip ‘em?
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| Fa sho
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| Then show your skill
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Handle the mic like you be handling the steel
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| Man, how you want this here to go?
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| Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Say foo', you down to rip ‘em?
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| Fa sho
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| Then show your skill
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| Which weapon should I use?
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| Yo it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Handle the mic like you be handling the steel
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| Man, how you want this shit to go?
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| Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| When I lock and load, I make blocks explode
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| Lyrical C4, the plastics, fuck the Glocks you hold
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| I was told once before never kick a man when he’s down
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| I hate to tell you, what better time to serve a hater with rounds
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| Lace him with pounds of ammo, shake that snake out the ground
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| Have him regretting, crossing state lines, sliding his ass in H-Town
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| Can’t hit the breaks now, I see you don’t like the way the 40 cal sound
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| Scared to death, got your face down, feeling like out of place now
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| My nigga listen, my rhymes are like illegal prescriptions
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| So codeine and Sprite mix it cold, pharmaceutical
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| Skill-dropping is like pill-popping, numbs your brain into submission
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| Only to awake to a headache, just in time to hear the slugs whistling
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| The Rhyme Felon, bid you farewell, only time can tell
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| I inhale and breathe life, refreshing off minds that’s stale
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| No stopping these top pedigree from the dirty streets out the cell
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| I shoot to kill from a Coupe de Ville, translating your heaven into hell
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| K-Rino, you down to wreck ‘em?
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| Hell yeah
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| Then show your skill
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Straight up?
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| Handle the mic like you be gripping the steel
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| K-Rino, you down to rip ‘em?
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| Sho is
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| Then show your skill
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| It don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| I will
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| Handle the mic like you be gripping the steel
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| It don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Yo, straight out the gutter, stomach cutter, at will I slice
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| Decapitate a crew and made their heads roll like dice
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| Lyrics inserted, cops alerted, I’ll blast at foes
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| Don’t want the preacher throwing up, leave the casket closed
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| Punish my victims then inflcit them with pain and stress
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| Another radical recital ignites your chest
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| Beating a sucker motherfucker for calling me fake
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| How many blows to the nose can one man take?
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| I got to pop ya just to stop ya from dissing my clique
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| Breaking your ass with a blast or blow so quick
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| Making you frown with a round, you duck and wish
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| Man I’m so down I could drown a fucking fish
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| Unleash the vocals, every local can feel the sting
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| Took off my vest, shot up my chest, didn’t feel a thing
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| You see me stepping with the rep and the mic I thrash
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| Since you don’t like me get this Nike up out your ass
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| Eyque, you down to rip ‘em?
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| Hell yeah
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| Then show your skill
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill |
| Straight up, handle the mic like you be handling the steel
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| Yo it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Eyque, you down to rip ‘em?
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| Hell yeah
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| Then show your skill
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Straight up, handle the mic like you be handling that steel
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| How you want this shit to go?
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| Yo it don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Gimme the microphone and duck when I bust
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| Remember one thing, don’t fuck with us
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| ‘cause uh, you’re fucking with the wrong clique
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| Unless you’re into stroking and licking on armed dicks
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| SPC still spitting it happily
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| Eat hoe ass louse, yeah they still after me
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| But they can’t catch, not today
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| And then five ass niggas want me locked away
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| I’ma bring it to the light and it sparks in the dark
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| When this catch your, it’s gon' rip it apart
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| Now uh, who gots the feeling for a thrilling killing?
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| I promise it to be chilling when this nigga stop living
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| I’m giving slugs to mugs then he stripped in
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| Payback’s a motherfucker when you dripped in blood
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| The last time I came, rushed the loot and still
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| But this time to gain, it’s to shoot and kill
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| You down to wreck ‘em?
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| What you think?
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| Then show your skill
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| Trust that I murder first
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| It don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| Aight
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| Handle the mic like you handle the steel
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| Well can I use your new bazooka?
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| It don’t matter, shoot to kill
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| You ain’t said nothing
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| Whenever I’m busting, I shoot to kill
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| I use to chill but now I got to execute the deal
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| The juice is real, a hundred percent freshly squeezed
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| SPC’s best emcees, it’s best you leave
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| Because we fucking up the game for you niggas that’s rapping fame
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| Tryna make a name, DBX is taking aim
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| No warning shots ‘cause I ain’t tryna wound ‘em or injure ‘em
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| Helpless is how I render ‘em
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| Dead is how I remember ‘em
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| I’ll ya, in '99, I use a Ruger
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| So dammit, Eyque, how the fuck you load this bazooka?
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| Blow up the whole spot at a four block radius
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| Don’t play with us, RIP on you faggots that hated us
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| Dragon clan coming like the cavalry
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| You fucking with my homeboys is one thing that I ain’t having, g
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| The killer like killer
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| Shooting venom with these lyrics, throw the mic in the river |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shoot To Kill , by - K Rino. Song from the album No Mercy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп