| Yo Barshawn
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| Gimmewhutchagot nigga
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| Come and drip into the realm of the X-files
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| Gimmewhutchagot nigga
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| Gimmewhutchagot nigga
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| Gimmewhutchagot nigga
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| Gimmewhutchagot nigga
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| Get your position correct
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| Get your ammunition correct
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| The tactful tech technician effect (Bitch!)
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| I got a quarter-key
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| You wanna to try to stick me for it?
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| Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it?
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| Niggas hang for, do the same thang for it
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| Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it
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| Y’all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga
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| Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga
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| Fantasies never formulate
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| So when you get the formula to format
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| Restructure and reshape
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| Relax or we take all
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| We make sure we shake all
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| We shake tame or aim or flame all
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| A bitch tried to play me like nothing’s really real
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| Like I ain’t really real and I ain’t really got skills (Bitch!)
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| I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks
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| The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga
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| Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
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| Get blazed, get shot nigga
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| We make it hot nigga raw
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| My nigga Barshawn
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| Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
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| I ain’t got time to see what you saw
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| Ease back mothafucka before I crack your jaw
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| This ain’t about nothin but life and law
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| Niggas killin me
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| What you ice-grillin me for?
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| Barshawn:
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| Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you?
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| My raps is lethal
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| I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you
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| Y’all think my rhymes is voodoo
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| For the first time comin through
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| Ain’t been a minute yet
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| Already, cats wanna eye-screw
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| Plottin to pop you
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| You don’t know me duke
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| The one that shoot
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| You all mad cuz I’m spendin loot
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| That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop
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| See I done paid my dues
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| Don’t be fooled by the pretty boy image
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| Cuz you’ll get blasted up in less than a minute
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| It’s Barshawn and Kurupt, y’all gonna feel it
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| Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it
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| So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin
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| Either or, it could happen
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| Kurupt, move the Glock to his mouth for they gappin
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| I bet next time you stay in a child’s place
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| This is Rome folks talkin, you don’t relate
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| If you can’t hold the weight, then don’t debate
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| Kurupt: Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out)
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| Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
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| Get blazed, get shot nigga
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| We make it hot nigga raw
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| My nigga Barshawn
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| Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
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| I ain’t got time to see what you saw
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| Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw
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| This ain’t about nothin but life and law
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| Niggas killin me
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| What you ice-grillin me for?
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| Barshawn:
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| You all fiend, daydream for cream I’ve seen
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| Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in
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| You wanna end my life, my niggas ain’t seein
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| If so happen you did that
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| Where the fuck you expect the rest at?
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| We got that too comin through a quarter to two
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| Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo
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| All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew
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| Mad tight, but that’s life
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| I learned the game
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| Same cats that you roll with will split your game
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| See I’m in it for the cheese nigga
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| Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame)
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| Kurupt:
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| I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated
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| Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs
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| And collar clothes impact and enthrone
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| Gone, zone the dome and then blown
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| I heard raw before I saw raw before
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| Mack milli’s, mack 11's and four-four's
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| Me and my nigga Shawn
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| What you got weight on your shoulders
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| The freons gettin colder
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| Me and my nigga Deion’s hittin corners
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| I got a beam on you chest-high
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| Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right
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| I spreads like bad news
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| Bitches get played like the blues
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| Blowin dicks like whistles
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| Launch like missles
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| Pop like pistols
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| And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos
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| Cuz I refuse to chill like EP
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| I prefer to get high live with the DP
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| You ain’t raw nigga You more like subtle
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| Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle
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| It’s a storm, form reform your label form
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| Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm
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| Kurupt, young Gotti
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| West Coast, East Coast nigga
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| Raw doggs
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| Gimmewhutchagot nigga
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| Gimmewhutchagot nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gimmewhutchagot , by - Kurupt. Song from the album Who Ride Wit Us: Kurupt's Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп