| Turn the lights off
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| Crepping alone
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| Where them niggas at
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| Dare' them niggas go
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| I’m about to let my 4.4 blow
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| Take 1 of mine i’mma take 3 of yours
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| Such a vicious cycle in the ghetto
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| Tryna' get by just a little
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| My grandma always told me
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| That a nigga gotta have hustle on the side
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| Or cease to survive
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| 6 in the morning feds at my door
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| Bearly had the 10 slip on my clothes
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| Out the back window ran throught the alley
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| My nigga picked me up and we skirted to the valley
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| I’m at the safe house tryna' figure things out
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| Make me wanna holla, scream and shout
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| Cause when you in it, to win it
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| Pushing and pimping
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| Can be the closest nigga to ya
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| That be snitching and tell
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| Hellll…
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| Make me wanna halla
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| Way they do my life
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| 20−15, yada’da’mean
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| Little nigga on the corner serving basehead fiends
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| Only 13 leaning of mean
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| Mom’s on crack, sister hunt for cheese
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| Forget mickey D’s
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| He rather make G’s
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| Fuck a happy meal when it don’t pay the bills
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| They’d rather spend a trillion dollers
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| On funding the wars
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| They’d rather spend a trillion dollers
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| Than feeding the poor
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| With no shoes on they feet
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| Some barely can eat
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| Product of the environment
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| The strong eat the weak
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| In a concrete jungle
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| And it’s hard to survive
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| What kind of life is that
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| When ya born to die
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| Make me wanna halla
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| Way they do my life
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| I’mma field nigga
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| Rolling my cutlass
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| Picking cotton nigga
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| You in the house like Frederick Douglass
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| They used to burn nigga’s
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| Feed our baby’s to the alligator’s
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| See us hanging in them tree’s
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| Cause of skin colour
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| And for generations
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| We had to live in fear
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| Enough is enough, revolution’s here
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| I take shit on Willie Lynch grave
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| That cracker did us wrong
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| Cause nigga’s still act like slaves
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| We were taught like that
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| Not to love ourselves
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| While we wait to goto heaven when we living in hell
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| I’m Marcus Garvey on a harley
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| Aka Nat Turner with a burner
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| I’m speaking the truth like sister Sojourner
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| The public pretenders don’t give a fuck about nigga’s
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| They tryna' reach in the quota
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| To much weight on my shoulders
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| Private corporations, invest in legislation
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| No reparation, no education
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| Make me wanna halla
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| Way they do my life
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| Ain’t no sunshine where i’m from
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| Only darkness flows my way
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| Ain’t no sunshine where i’m from
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| There’s got to be a better way |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Halla , by - Kokane. Song from the album Kokane King of Gfunk, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп