| Fuck the rap game, I won’t get it like G
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| Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E
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| Think I’m goin' back but free my nigga
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| Me and gunner, 9th innin', just beat a life sentence
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| Anyone of you lil' boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face
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| While your wife stick a knife in your kidney
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| Bitch I’m goin' crazy, goin' all gangsta
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| 9 milli’s slangin',
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| MAC 11 rangin', jumpin' out, walkin' up on blocks
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| 40−50 shots, I’m a clean a nigga’s clock
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| Everybody gettin' whopped when we hop out
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| Pussy better not cry now
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| Nigga where we from it’s the code that we live or we die by
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| Grrrrrat, nigga, bye bye
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| No police up in the business when you get a shot and miss it
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| 50 niggas from New Orleans come and turn around the city
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| What’s happenin'? |
| Don’t panic, don’t panic
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| We 'bout to… get 'em dead, don’t panic, don’t panic
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| Wasn’t thinkin' 'bout a jewel and nigga showed off
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| Couldn’t use your brain, now you gotta get 'em blowed off
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| Dog, get a call, everything for the scram
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| Don’t panic, don’t panic
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| Fuck bein' friendly, nigga say what’s on your mind
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| I’m bein' quiet, I got murder on mine
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| I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
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| Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine
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| Fuck bein' friendly, nigga say what’s on your mind
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| I’m bein' quiet, I got murder on mine
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| I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
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| Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine
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| Team strong as a bitch, layin' law down
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| Everything feel the business, lay 'em all down
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| Auto manslaughter but you never thought it out
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| Curse, kill 'em all, let the lord sort 'em out
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| F&N point short, let the spark haul 'em out
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| This what war 'bout, nigga, fuck that
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| Meek men is gonna, we already died twice
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| God in my heart when I gave back life
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| I was coolin', I was tryna live a laid back life
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| Now my kids gotta see me in the pen or the grave
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| Real street nigga, no pen to the page
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| I will beef with you anywhere, any place
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| Ugly ass btich better fall back
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| Keep my name out your mouth or get your hard hat
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| Raps are the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord
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| Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk
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| I don’t mind doin' time, I’m a doin' time vet
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| Hustle in the jailhouse, bread, wanna bet?
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| BWA, this is not BMF
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| Everything around me convicted already
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| Pull my clique together, built it from the inside
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| Penitentiary rules in effect
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| You lil' boys go to jail but you don’t know how to fight?
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| Ain’t no guns back here, don’t know how to make a knife
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| Stand tall on my own, I don’t gang bang
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| I done seen it go bad on the chain gang
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| Seen niggas gang raped by their own gang members
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| Cliquin' up with other gangs and they kill their own nigga
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| Seen a nigga on a visit huggin' on his wife
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| Get back to the cell, he another nigga’s wife
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| Everyone that say salamu alaikum ain’t your brother
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| Come to my respect, I’m a die overnight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Panic , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп