| Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me
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| Every day they clocking me
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| (ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
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| Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me
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| Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me
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| And I ain’t looking for no trouble, I’m just looking out for me
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| 'Cause I done did shit that niggas ain’t talking 'bout no rapping beef
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| Boy, I’m talking tragedies, massacres, casualties
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| Shit that I can’t even remember, bet they remember me
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| Shit that happened late in December, I bring that Winter heat
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| Niggas dying the whole October, the real Halloween
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| Back to back funerals, it’s them or us, it’s him or me
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| Don’t get booked 'cause ain’t no bond money, we doing this shit for free
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| If he told then that ain’t my homie, that lil' nigga weak
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| If I miss, ain’t going to sleep, I’m in the street, we play for keeps
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| 2011, August 11th, R.I.P. |
| Odee
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| August 9th, two days before, I turned seventeen
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| Twenty-one to forty-five, I’m like what the fuck that mean?
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| You fighting an armed robbery shorty, that’s what they offering
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| My lil' brother getting big, my uncle got that cough again
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| He been smoking crack since I was born, that monkey stalking him
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| I used to stay up late at granny crib just to talk to him
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| When I was locked up, God knocked on his door and told him walk with Him
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| Back to this drilling shit
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| Sosa started rapping now the war going viral
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| Boy, this bitch cracking
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| Boy, they ass lacking
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| Hit they block twice, a lot of booming, no jamming
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| His mama pop out like, «Oh God damn, what happened?»
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| This the type of shit happen, the life of a savage
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| You ain’t right, you get left, you slipped up, you ain’t having
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| Not your blood, ain’t your cuz, you my son, I’m your daddy
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| (You my son, I’m your daddy)
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| Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me
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| Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me
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| And I ain’t looking for no trouble, I’m just looking out for me
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| 'Cause I done did shit that niggas ain’t talking 'bout no rapping beef
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| Boy, I’m talking tragedies, massacres, casualties
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| Shit that I can’t even remember, bet they remember me
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| Shit that happened late in December, I bring that Winter heat
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| Niggas dying the whole October, the real Halloween |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Armed & Dangerous , by - King Von. Song from the album Welcome to O'Block, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп