| 4 for the, 5 for the
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| 6−7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll
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| Skull and crossbones, been Layzie when the Shop Boyz was babies
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| I was +Partyin Like a Rock Star+ in a hot car in the 80's
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| Can’t play me, I’m crazy, I wish a nigga would
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| Snatch a nigga by his flesh and really represent the hood
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| Now the night is mine, I’ve been all around the globe
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| Chasin this money, doin them shows, playa I carry the whole load
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| See my family is my everythang, my money take care everythang
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| These nuts I let 'em hang, can’t nobody do it better mayne
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| What’s understood don’t need to be explained, never
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| Ask Ronny to tell ya, I’m on a whole 'nother level
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| I do it cause I’m the shit-shit, you son of a bitch, I’m rich
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| How many times I got to tell these niggas to stay up off the dick?
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| We too big types for fist-fights, wanna start shit, how you been tight
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| My niggas is known to up pipe, squeeze on niggas like «Fuck life»
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| What I shine dawg, I’ma grind dawg, I remind y’all again
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| I don’t do this to be famous, I do it for my kids
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| + (Layzie)
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| 1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)
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| 3 for my family cause my babies got to know
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| 4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)
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| 6−7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll
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| Wheels spinnin dippin, all runaway slaves in white linen
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| Flourescent blue, that’s for the Titans, nigga we get in
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| Christ-like, crisis, isis; |
| we are the righteous
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| I’m fightin for the breath of our lightnin, aw yeah
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| Sweat that, technique, never that, ready set go
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| Gangsta you know I shed tears as my shotguns steadily go blow
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| As we lift up off the flo'
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| I smoke squares on the holy ground, hold it now, whoa
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| Forty more days to flip yo' mind, nigga you’ll seek and you’ll find
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| We in the circumference in an abundance, my ambulances is warning, I’m
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| Straight out no mushy pussy, way off to eat a tushy
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| We monster mash it, no cookies, fuck it homie we rookies
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| Understand it, don’t get caught up in my looky-looky
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| Cocky niggas get shot, so nigga don’t try to push me
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| Burn that, nigga you earned that, now learn that
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| Christ will fill you in the buildin, little Layzie turn that
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| Talkin shit but I can back it up, these niggas ain’t no match for us
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| I been doin this shit so long man these niggas ain’t got no chance with us
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| A breath of fresh air, like I’m new in the league
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| LeBron James on these niggas; |
| too much power, too much steam
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| Smoke good weed and cigarettes, like Young Nob' I’m still a threat
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| I’m gone off that ol' shit, really y’all ain’t seen nothin yet
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| Listen to my battle cry, «Art of War» will never die
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| Roll with me you better ride, sucka shit’ll never slide
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| One for the shine, two for the money
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| Give it back to my Heavenly Father, he the only one can take it from me
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| Three for my family, four for they future
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| The only reason I give a fuck, otherwise I’d shoot ya
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| Five to stay alive, and six to keep grinding
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| Seven to get to heaven dawg, it’s all about perfect timing
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| What’s on my motherfuckin mind is this
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| These playa haters got me twisted, rewind it if ya missed it
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| — repeat 2X
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| Hey, yeah, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll
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| Yeah, hey, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll
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| Hey, yeah, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll
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| Yeah, hey, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1, 2, 3 , by - Layzie Bone. Song from the album Thug Brothers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп