| Any nigga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die
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| Bullets they pop, suckers they drop
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| My sunroof cracked for the drive-by
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| Notice that I’m King of Kings when you nail me to that stick
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| Whether I die or whether I live still killers they squashin' shit
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| Set slippin' is how you come, I been project boy too long
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| I representing O to the G, dedicated to the streets, splittin' domes
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| When I blast on yo ass I must empty my clip
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| Screamin' out «die motherfucker»
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| Point blank range then he hit that dip
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| I’m thinkin' of homicide then suicide
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| I’m livin' a hard life with gigantic thuggish thoughts
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| Let me tell you what my hood is like
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| Murderer, burglar, robbers niggas they hangin' and bangin' and swangin' and
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| flamin' them AK’s and hay
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| When niggas be slippin' we be gankin', maintainin' on that pay Cause you gon'
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| be down when you be down
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| If you stab me in my back
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| You either gon' swim you either gon' drown
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| I’m serious mane, when the doors get kicked down
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| Nobody can duck
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| «What about his mother and kids?» |
| nigga I don’t give a fuck!
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| I’m thinkin' of plans, I’m thinkin' of plans, I’m thinkin' of plots
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| I got some rocks, a sub-zero mask, two clips and a Glock
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| Ain’t gon' tolerate no hatred from you monkey-ass clowns
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| Smilin' and frontin' and back stabbin', I’mma lay yo busta ass down
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| Now stop cryin' son of a bitch, I ain’t shot ya yet
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| My automatic *ri-zat-ti-zat-* and left his baby nuts wet
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| I’m thinkin' of another smooth plan, see me and this hoe set up a plot
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| She been fuckin' this nigga for life, three months that love gon get 'em back
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| You better listen because this bitch they act the same all over the world
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| Game is played for the paper, never free
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| Now she’s walkin' down the stairs
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| I’m on the phone, she claimin' this nigga snorin too loud
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| It’s time to make my move
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| To da crank my bucket and head to the closet, fool she knock him out
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| I’m in the back yard, jumpin' over bushes, jumpin' on the porch,
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| the door unlocked
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| I sneaked through the living room, crawlin' up the steps — I think I’m at the
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| stash spot
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| The dope was missin', a bitch start screamin, a nigga was never asleep
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| I’m bustin' at they ass, where da dope? |
| Nobody crosses me
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| See I ain’t no fake pimp bitch, I got hoes on the track
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| Women dancin' in the shake junt
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| Sendin' my money through western union
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| I done usin' so many phones, my knuckles rusty
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| I’m breakin' and shakin' the cryptic crowds
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| They swear to God I’m lucky
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| I heard that cocaine was the biggest pimp around town
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| Since '76 the game been kind of a switched around
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| It’s more motherfuckin' hoes on the track
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| These junkies be sellin' they pussy
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| These niggas they sellin' that crack
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| So what, these bitches wanna bring daddy the cash
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| That it just set it to the stack
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| Cause I ain’t dependent on yo broke ass
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| Many pimps, they die, they lookin' half dead
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| Cause they can’t shoot the right game to the bitch heads
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| Tr-izz-ick a b-izz-itch will br-izz-eak a b-izz-itch
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| Well izz-am the p-izzn-imp well izz-I get r-izzn-ich
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| Playa haters, mack invaders, roadie fakers penetrate
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| Hatred from they fuckin' heart, nina shots will illustrate
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| Suckers in a casket, talkin' about the Skinny Pimp
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| ? |
| got me lookin' for it
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| Cross and I’mma leave yo chest damp
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| Look at that .45 put to yo face
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| Motherfucker I ain’t scared to catch a case
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| Gobber, mobber chrome thang
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| Im fuck you off in no trace like fake
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| We livin' up in the days where the killers don’t give a fuck
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| We dumpin' a hollow in yo skull, Memphis niggas tooo buck
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| I’m from the side where the killers like to start a riot
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| Fuck you up cause you can’t duck, I’m advertisin' homicides
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| Ain’t no clan thicker than my clan
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| See I got a gang in different states … gotta come with evil plans
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| To take you out this gutter I do too, you knew too
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| This street mentality bitch-ah, I dare you
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| To come into my hood flippin' with no fuckin' scrap
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| You slippin' into a drive-by, I’m hittin' that water
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| You takin' eternal naps
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| Shoot 'em down, shoot you down with my .45 G-L-O-C
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| Mean I with this mask to my face
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| The bounty hunters cannot stop a fugitive on the run
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| Lookin' suspicious, runnin' from choppers
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| Drinkin' straight Vodka, keepin' my mobber
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| Hangin' with Triple Six, Gimisum robbers
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| Imma let my heat cause destruction I ain’t cappin'
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| Boom-boom-boom! |
| No duckin' I’m doin' a 1−8-7 biatch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nobody Crosses Me , by - Kingpin Skinny Pimp. Song from the album King of da Playaz Ball, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп