| I beat the charge, now I’m back up on the rocks nigga
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| I swear for god I’m 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga
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| I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow
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| Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes
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| I got a letter in the mail, it’s my brother up in jail
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| In the back it’s Kroger sales, in the middle doctor bills
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| If I pay him I’ll be broke, I got costs up in court
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| I’ve got house rent and car notes, I’m gon' have to sell some dope
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| If I don’t then man I lose, number one in ghetto rules
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| I’m about to act a fool, though I’m tryin' to keep my cool
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| Kids in school so I think I’m gon' have to rob a bank
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| Meditation of a stang, I’m about to bring the pain
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| On the walls the plans I drew, plotted, bald 'em up, pursued 'em
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| I don’t really want to do it, but to mell it’s nothing to it
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| If they move then bitch they dead, 'cause I’m scoping with that red
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| Children please don’t get mislead, 'cause we fucking with the feds
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| Yet it all started from scratching, mixing boards to gangsta rapping
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| Then to pistol packing, s-izz-atanic, psychopathic, k-izz-idnapping
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| Guilty your honor no, I didn’t mean to cut her throat
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| Fucking trials and tribulations when a nigga trying to come up in this hoe
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| I beat the charge, now I’m back up on the rocks nigga
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| I swear for god I’m 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga
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| I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow
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| Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes
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| Out in the cold, gots no home, no place to call my own
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| What type of friend gonna tell me «hear, don’t come no more»?
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| Go get to loading up my ammo 'cause I’m under stress
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| Fresh with no patience for no job, so nigga pack your vest
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| Raise up off this pit 'fore I click and you’ll be fucked with
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| 10 in Memphis, it’s a curfew, guess who’s runnin' shit
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| I want them ends, dividends, don’t make me stress the fact
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| Crack dealers, shot callers, big ballers, watch your back
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| Rat-tat-tat, let that gat up out that window
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| Pay the cost, drop it off, don’t make a move hoe
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| Though I’m thinking to myself «this is a deadly sin»
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| Yet he moved an inch, gon' have to do his funky ass in
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| I want them riches, fuck them bitches, trying to get a fucking Bentley
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| Fuck you niggas acting silly, shit, you’ll get sprayed
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| Don’t need no fuckin' charge partner just to get me paid
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| Fuck a premeditate, make them bitches spread in twelve ways
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| I beat the charge, now I’m back up on the rocks nigga
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| I swear for god I’m 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga
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| I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow
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| Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes
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| The Koopsta Knicca’s a cap peeler |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Halloween , by - Koopsta Knicca. Song from the album De Inevitable, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп