| Yo, Moss, let’s go in
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| Yeah, act like you know
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| I’m out for that life
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| Gimme a check
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| You know the team making mad noise
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| Real on the code, Richie bitches in the lab, boy
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| Sick as shelter life, wanna run with the bad boys
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| Helicopters snap shots, poppin' for the tabloids
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| Up in the club, burner tucked in the ass, boy
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| Vintage whip like Charlie Sheen’s dash boys
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| Gettin' oral, from a bitch with a name that be immortal
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| Get stripped of all morals
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| From a nigga hardbody on that Queens shit
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| Stay robbin' hard, now world on the team dick
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| Exotic bitches, fat asses with the mean lips
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| Palm trees, water caves and serene shit
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| The arsenal up in the crib, take my ring clips
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| Tape her too, your girl wanna be on the scene with
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| Gas operator, rifle with 'em for the clean hit
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| Lifetime hood nigga, now it’s time the scene quit
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| (I'm out for that life)
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| Did every hood nigga wanna live?
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| 200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib
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| 200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib
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| (I'm out for that life)
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| Lavish dinners, I smoke with the winners
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| Sippin' Crew, blunts is big, Uzi’s is new
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| Fresh pair of British, yo I sit with the chemist
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| Using iodine and morphine based in Guinness
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| Sneaker game is famous, jewelry from Qatar to Bar
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| Up in my G9, that’s wood Mercedes
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| Living raw, clean cut, just me and a mean plug
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| Sell a few tons to my sons, Moroccan rum
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| Get burnt, light ounces, back in the mountains
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| We can pray, train with the bears and give 'em Airs
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| Try not go in there, press play, lines that Chef say
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| Established from under the building, we’re the best today
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| Disrupt the leaders, it’s on, yo, I’m squeezing
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| That’s that, this is simple, plus a Biblical fact
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| To slay matyrs, yo we partners
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| In the culture, no vultures
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| Street legend, a legend
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| (I'm out for that life)
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| Did every hood nigga wanna live?
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| 200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib
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| 200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib
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| Yo, you can take a nigga out the hood
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| But not the hood out a nigga
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| Be in Hollywood OD’ing like River
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| Me and all my niggas in and out of dope cars
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| But bread can’t hang from your favorite show stars
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| Cage these stingrays, shades for the sun rays
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| Chick with a head scarf, Marilyn Monroe shades
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| Made by Chloe, that’s at least three-thousand
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| On a bitch eyes, act like you know me!
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| 90 on the highway, you looking at him sideways
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| Blinded by the Liberace diamond, a peon way
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| Doing it the live way, black unlimited
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| Pull up in some shit that make the city look primitive
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| K-G-R carved in the gates on the premises
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| Lime on the eyelids, taking off the blemishes
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| 20 to the tailor for the suits with suspenders
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| Hood nigga tryna bag a bitch for the winter
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| (I'm out for that life)
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| Did every hood nigga wanna live?
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| 200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib
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| 200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib
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| (I'm out for that life)
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| I’m out for that life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Out for That Life , by - Kool G Rap. Song from the album Return of the Don, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп