| If you got plex, we can catch the square
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| Anytime any placer, any motherfucking where
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| Gutter ass niggas, and we don’t play fair
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| Anytime any placer, any motherfucking where
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| Any place anytime, I’ll beat a bitch down
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| Push his face to the ground, then fill him up with rounds
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| See I don’t fuck around, I terrorize the town
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| Sniff a hater out the pack, like a damn bloodhound
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| See a motherfucking hawk, don’t hang with crows
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| I hang with the those I chose, who ain’t scared to throw blows
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| On that Mike Tyson shit, that’ll bite a earlobe
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| Bloody your nose, then scratch off on your vogues
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| I’m on that other shit, you better run for cover bitch
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| Or get hit with this, bear lethal fist
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| I must admit, that I heard some shit
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| That when you piss, you don’t stand you sit
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| You’s a bitch, and fucking with a grown ass man
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| I don’t have to use a gun, I’m pretty good with my hands
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| Ask your man’s he’ll tell you, H.A.W.K. |
| don’t care
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| Anytime any place, any motherfucking where
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| Let the flame burn, burn baby burn
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| Caught him at that light, saying turn baby turn
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| Gutter ass niggas, and we don’t play fair
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| Take a nigga life, or I pull a bitch hair
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| Step to the square, it’ll be your last walk
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| Who is that Mussili', Lil' Ke and Big Hawk
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| Think before you talk, bitch you’ll eat them words
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| Get hung from a tree, or get flipped off a curbed
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| Anytime any place, any spot anywhere
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| At night time in the noon or day, our niggas don’t care
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| Flame spit at niggas we marvelous, to get you nigga ain’t hard to us
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| These bitch niggas be fraud to us, we rich niggas in God we trust
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| We flip figgas and our broads stay up, step out of line you will get rushed
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| Crushed dick in the dust, have your homeboys picking you up
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| Plus flush enemies done, I be the one to be sick with the tongue
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| And the gun, G.I. |
| Texas where I’m from leaving 'em hung
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| Niggas consistently provoking, me to try to test mine
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| Come through your hood, with them killas and have you get down
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| CMG, I rep it hard on the streets mayn
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| We bust shit down, like a block of that cocaine
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| Let’s do it dog, like them gangstas and soldiers
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| Let’s get scarred up, knuckle up till it’s over
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| The game is infected, niggas must respect it
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| We well connected, up in Texas
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| They better squash plexers, cause we never play fair
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| Dirty South young nigga, boys gutter out there
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| Hating and bullshitting, will get your family tied up
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| Texas and cowboys, the Penitentiary wired up
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| Got licks for plenty bricks, the prices are skied up
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| Catch the square anywhere, my click the size up
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| This Southside, and it’s home of the crooks
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| Put my boxing gloves on, and take a look |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catch a Square , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Wreckin’ 2004, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп