| It’s the return of the assassin
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| I believe in the creed of the greedier
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| Bash in your skull with guns, I’m deceiving the media
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| Look at the web of lies that I keep weaving immediate
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| Breathing the weed speeding and I ain’t hitting medians either
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| Fuck the Bible, I’m writing my lyrics and read them to Jesus
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| Fight with spirits and sleep in a bed with the rifle near it
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| I used to smoke angel dust back as a teen
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| Copped the bundles in Harlem and sell packs of the beans
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| Rolling in stolen cars leaving accident scenes
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| Crazy Eddie envelope stacked in the back of my jeans
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| When you hear me rhyming wonder what has happened to me
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| I had a wet brain, but I came back spectacularly
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| I got a third rail on the train tracks will zap me
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| That’s why I’m just the way I am, this is actually me
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| I said the return of the assassin, the assassin is me
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| Wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills and laugh at a G
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| My greed gets me everything
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| The means to fulfill any dream
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| Sparked by the endless greed
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| As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed
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| My greed gets me everything
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| The means to fulfill any dream
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| Inclined to refine my creed
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| As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed
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| It’s the return of the Cult Leader
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| I believe in the creed of the greedier
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| Final Destination like a plane careening and speeding
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| Like a demon in my bloodstream, bleeding anemia
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| Better yet I’m even worse than that speaking leukemia
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| Premium goods like overpriced diamonds that cut glass
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| Coka without the Cola and the white mustache
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| The brand you can trust
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| We high-powered and coked up
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| Hole in the head looking like a powdered donut
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| Or like sho’nuff from the last track and cash stacking up
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| Pull out the black Magnum now your ass is backing up
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| I’ve been the poster child for coke piled higher than the heavens
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| Occupying the streets and rioting with peasants
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| Drinking cocktails and partying with rockstars
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| Throwing molotov cocktails at cop cars
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| I said it’s the return of the Cult Leader and Coka Nostra’s the crew
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| Point the finger over here we pointing toasters at you
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| It’s the return of Danny Boy
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| La Coka Nostra build and destroy all
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| Lock it down like a dog’s jaw in a dog brawl
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| We get it on y’all, set it on you
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| Roll the red carpet over your head and shred it on you
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| We men of honor, amongst the cold-blooded anacondas
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| With invisible barcodes and transponders
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| I see the chemtrails, acknowledge everything homie
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| But don’t trip though cause God is everything homie
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| I came a long way from airports and highways
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| I took the wrong way but yo I did it my way
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| I took you from the House of Pain to the House of Slaine
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| Down the road to Hell but made it back without going insane
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| Thinking one step ahead of these lames
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| Same super group, homie, we the best in the game
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| It’s the return of Danny Boy and La Coka Nostra
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| Creed of the greedier, but I already told ya
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| When you see the greed and the concentration of power
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| Did you ever have a moment of doubt about capitalism?
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| And whether greed is a good idea to run on?
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| Well first of all, tell me;
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| Is there some society you know that doesn’t run on greed?
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| You think Russia doesn’t run on greed?
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| You think China doesn’t run on greed?
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| What is greed?
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| Of course none of us are greedy
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| It’s only the other fella who’s greedy |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creed Of The Greedier, artist - La Coka Nostra. Album song Masters Of The Dark Arts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп