| Yo! |
| There was a war in South Park
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| Two o’clock of day time the sky was dark
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| I’m running thru blacks smoking dirt
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| Saw Point Blank on MLK looking hurt
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| He said:
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| Dopefiend set me up Now I’m backtracking myself to see why I done fucked up Bet, K-Rino, get the gat for me I think I don’t got the nuts, I wants you to pulls on me…
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| Blank, you better think before your life’s scrambled
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| What you want me to tell Nip? |
| (On the fen, no trouble)
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| A-Ight, man, let’s get this shit straight
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| What tool should I use?
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| I afford a .38 to the dome cause to bad dreams I’m prone
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| I’m tired of this world, Lord, I’m ready to come home
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| I can’t handle it, I’m so afraid I might damage ya So I drop to my knees and use it to my advantage
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| K, it’s funny to think I was making a lot of money
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| Felt in love with Dollar signs and I guess it grew on me But in reality I fucked up a lot of minds
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| Bestroyed braincells now I’m loosing mind
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| I’m on the edge and I’m about to jump off
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| So I’m a sacrafice myself and take it as a loss
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| It was was hard to choose but I chose the bullet
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| K, you supposed to be my nigga, now pull it…
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| So I bailed out and my pace sped
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| Running full speed while my chest and my face bled
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| Def Busy didn’t know exactly…
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| Who I was cause he charged me with his gun point at me Saying:
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| Boy, what the fuck is wrong with you
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| K, can’t trust up on me like that?
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| But, ey yo, I take this TV, Eyque’s bargaining at the back
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| But you be flipping on all the shit, who wants some?
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| So much shit I got entertainment center in my bathroom
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| I heard explosions, screams and shootings
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| We ran here for ammos of keyboard pianos
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| and ended up looting
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| Perfect timing like Rainman and my main man…
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| Came up with a game plan to steal a van
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| You coming or what, man?
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| So we ran to a shack
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| Ten brothas broke us down with a sneak attack
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| For trying to fight them off
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| I felt a bone of my fist cracked
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| They tied us to some dynamite, I thought we would loose out
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| Till Murder One came and blew the fuze out…
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| Murder One fear no danger
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| My main lady, the 380, taking out mothafuckas
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| Hanging in South Park core, watch me in Guess
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| Some young punk pulled a gun against Jess
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| (Then what happened?) I remember I was packing
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| I felt like Clint Eastwood but smiling when I was capping
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| Yo, you know how the story goes
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| Minding what’s my car is to my system it’s Volvos and Vogues
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| See, like trouble followed me
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| I’m not a follower, another brotha made history
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| A cop came in accident, a gunshot at liutnetant
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| It was A.C. Chill…
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| Gunfire, gunsmoke, mothafucka’s neck broke
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| But I be fucking, facing him choke
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| In South Park it gets dark, I find a sharp dart
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| So I stuck it in a fool’s heart
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| Cause they tried to blow my hood up But as fast as they step up I gotta light their ass up And that was why and still why
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| I had to let mothafuckas live, now I gotta let them die
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| Cause it’s my responsibility…
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| To shoot a mothafucka in the face if he fuck with me
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| A.C. is the name you should remember
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| Cause I can make it hot as fuck in the middle of December…
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| So we jumped on the back of A.C. Chill’s truck
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| Riding full speed, both of the wheels stopped
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| Time to pack up, loaded the Mac up Went to Hiram Clarke to scoop Greek for some back-up…
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| The only one tragic from hard hitting Hiram Clarke
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| Strapped, under my arm is arabian ??? |
| shark
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| Jumped in the truck, now we heading back to South Park
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| It’s up to me to keep this shit
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| from spreading to Hiram Clarke
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| Made out a plan to stop everyman in cold blood
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| Cop in a van, drowning in a rhyme blood
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| Riding down the road, that’s when we seen them coming, shit
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| Nothing but ??? |
| cause we slaughtered their ass quick
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| Synchronized my watch to see how fast I can be, quick
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| To go against the Greek you gotta the mind of a flea tick
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| Try by the mic and die by the mic says it all
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| My last words was, 80 gats pointed at me: fuck ya’ll!
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| K.O. |
| was knocking out suckers
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| Nip was jumping out of buildings close, hanging mothafuckas
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| I told them both to run fast
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| The Terrorists showed up with both their faces in one mask
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| Grimm and Egypt-E showed up They drove up in their ride, hit the breaks and it blew up Some suckers tried to get some |
| Here come The Beholder, I told him to bring a bomb…
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| K-Rino, you know I got them
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| so I beat them down and drop them
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| Cause I don’t give a fuck about them
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| As I stalk the streets of South Park
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| I’m ripping rappers apart
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| Cause dead men don’t talk
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| You up against a badguy who’s up to no good
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| And this man wears a hood
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| So when I step up, step back
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| Cause I’m fully prepared to go all out cause I’m all that…
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| I ran over to a phone to call C-Rock
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| Step in the booth, tried to break but the door was locked
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| Yo! |
| In a place filled with gas Ganksta Nip broke the glass
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| And pulled me out before I choke my ass…
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| What’s up, K? |
| What’s up with you?
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| The seven serial psychopath South Park psycho to the rescue
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| You a-ight? |
| Wake it up And just for that I fiend to start fucking the country up Piece by piece, a limb by limb
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| The night is dim, to live chances are very slim
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| Ganksta Nip, the Lord of Darkness
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| Now I lay me down to sleep in my holy South Parkness… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War In South Park, artist - K Rino. Album song Stories From The Black Book, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп