| I really like peace, but niggas only understand war
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| So I’ma give 'em what they lookin' for
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| Either I, or, you got guns, man, but we got more
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| Peep the bloodline, you dig I’m royal
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| A hundred women for the roster, best believe they loyal
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| No, spoil you outta all your chicks admit it
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| Y’all know vedic, spit it, but won’t admit it
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| Shit it, cock sucka anybody can get it
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| Uh, bucky eye, black six she rollin', I put five in
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| You and that bitch you hoin'
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| Put the pound in your anal dukes, split you cold
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| Cuz ain’t a damn thang gon' stop my team
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| All hail when I pop my thang, black-on-black 16's
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| Shit’s mean, hit’s king, pop, dome on the block, known
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| Wrist gleam, Glock, chrome on a hot phone
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| Crist clean like out ya ass, you heard?
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| Bitch nigga but I’m for the cash
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| Out for the longevity baby, out to last
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| Out for the luxury livin' playa
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| Out to mass, out for the young
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| Black entrepreneurin', ask ya aunt if I’m ballin'
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| I thug it out dick and I’m out for the warnin'
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| First draft pick, off the bench and I’m scorin'
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| We gettin' big money now for them chicks who shit it
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| Pretty thug nigga wit chips, official wit it
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| Thug-thug G nigga, admit you did it
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| Cuz I’m comin' for the throne, my gun rinse who in it
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| You gon' be mad when I’m in a CL Benz Coupe tinted
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| And I don’t smoke weed, don’t need to be high to be a gangsta
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| I’m authentic, winter gel two to vibe for my anger
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| Your girl outta pocket, lookin' in the eyes of a stranger
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| You whylin', ridin' for danger, headed for trouble
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| Plottin' you blame her? |
| Might of saw me
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| Pottin' wit bangaz, Riker’s Isle you heard niggas, C-74
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| 9−5 still live up in Beverly morgue
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| Beverly Hills, glocked wit the heavenly steel
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| You betta be real, clock infrared at ya grill
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| A hundred G’s none playa? |
| We headed for mills
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| Millions for the children
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| Rebuildin', mirrors speakers on the ceilin'
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| You tweakin' up the feelin'
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| Brown skin, chinky eye, got 'em leakin' off the drillin'
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| Uh, yeah, leakin' off the drillin'
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| Victorious
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| I don’t really wanna hurt nobody
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| It’s to easy for me to hurt somebody
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| It’s too easy for me
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| (Hook) Victorious 2x
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| I understand how to handle these niggas
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| Or put a hand on these niggas
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| Or their dawgs, or their family members
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| But what I do is call a meetin' wit their head of their teamin'
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| Ask 'em clearly, what’s the beefin'?
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| What is their meanin'?
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| My faculty heard some shit that got back to me
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| We tryna keep it Godly, please no more bodies
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| Poppin' up out the rivers, courtesy of my niggas
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| And they don’t like movin' abruptly
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| They quick to buss B
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| Y’all niggas touch me, we throwin' cocktails
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| Hot curls, cartels, OG’s secret Roswell
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| Niggas mad cuz we walk wit Jesus like Kanye
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| And we talk like Yahweh Ben Yahweh wit an AK
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| And the gauge at ya rib cage
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| Come at as wit ya gentiles style and ways
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| I’m the nigga they hated like King David
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| I write psalms then I grab arms, the bravest!
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| Victorious
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| (Hook) Victorious 2x |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Want Peace , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album The Exorcist, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп