I sincerely bow to Ganja Mafia Label
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HipoToniA, Kacper and PMM like Bloods & Crips
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But we have one goal, people will probably be together in heaven
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Be sure of the place where the bread is thrown
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They throw themselves on the game, they kill, they make poverty
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Even for a pocket, I am asking for a little racket today
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They share the stock or are divided by the woman
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They grind, they are buddies when they pound the glass
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Nothing changes, it's still about the penny
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And you don't have to be like Sherlock to understand that
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You have to smother the world yourself, cross Waterloo
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Certainly not every woman is a princess
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You want to spend one night - it's not with me
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I feel they will get lost, cut the number
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For a moment such a fly will fly, then it flies down with a bang
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The fool failed the test - he was a shit, not a buddy
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A bouquet of black flowers sends a procession to the rags to carry the coffin
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Precious seconds flow, let go of the business
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The debtor is late and the cash is hanging in a vacuum
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The week long had an echo, the phone was silent
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The alarm clock is ringing, the partner is calling, everyone is calling
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Now look at the characters, the pazera will get stuck somewhere
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An envious whore lurks, uses, and latches
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Lean face, met a guy got hit in the head - not a brecht anymore
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The pattern repeats itself and the number of suckers is growing
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Goodbye. |
Where's that hand? |
I will air the vulture quickly
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The stain won't wash away the perwoll, don't fuck and shine your mouth
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The dense atmosphere is known to be thrown out of the circle
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Because he often greedily took everything that was within reach
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We are strangers, strangers to each other - not the first year
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Black sheep, prey, hunters - every other block
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They make bridges - we destroy bridges, we burn land
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But we only believe in one judgment, brother
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Everything human, dude, I'm not alien to me
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Because sometimes you have to go astray to find a home
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We are black sheep, woe to us
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We are making progress again, leading the herds
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Wara if our world is alien to you
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Men live here, not effeminate boys
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Hardy as you need to, crazy as knife blades
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Respectfully, brothers, put the sisters to the wound
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What seaweed? |
Only greasy tops
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We have no foreign taste in the Netherlands, shoot it, get to work
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I have 5… and you can't stop me
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And don't fucking scare me, because I'm no stranger to a crime novel
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I have eaten bread from more than one oven, or rather stolen it
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This practice is alien to me, they tell me that I have fallen from heaven
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Familiar with the alphabet Kali, PMM, Kacper
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Ready for anything, so don't get in the way
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When I hear this music I get high here like crack
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Come on life I see say take drugs or rap
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Take it for the kids, be it sober or wink
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Give an example to everyone who is addicted to the schema here
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Get ready for a counterattack, don't hesitate any longer
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The losers take advantage of the fact that we've hung up
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I will not give them satisfaction, I am not angry
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Murderous thoughts roll my heart, I raise my hands heavenward
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And the demons are waiting for the motherfucker's first blood
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I stand against everything that is against
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I am not afraid of death - I brushed against it twice
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It only strengthened me, I have the strength to act and dream
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As for sales - more ganja than recordings
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I've never forced radio numbers here
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The street lives and breathes what I record for it
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PMM, Kacper HTA, Ganja Mafia - check |