| Nine shots greet ya greet ya Hang with Little Ceaser
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| But don’t sling pizza pizza
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| The gat carryin'
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| Rap barbarian
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| '96 Blake Carrington
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| I brings the most dangerous diseases
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| Trife please mc’s of all types
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| Homosexuals dice intellectuals
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| Like my flow my charm
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| Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches
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| Style never switches
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| Inhale exhale
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| Bail Neno Brown out for shooting up a townhouse
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| And him **sted** kids fled
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| Rumors was dead
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| No beef with no cliques
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| Niggas don’t want shit
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| Trife impresses
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| Lex’s, GsSs
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| Chicks in iceberg dresses
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| Who the bestest
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| But faggot niggas wanna spoil it Stop me from having marvel forces,
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| Den gold Taurus
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| I force it down your throat like sodomy
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| Mama proud of me Cuz I stopped killing niggas for free
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| Lil Kim:
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| Uh, Uh, The Anne Klein
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| Sporting coke
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| Snorting niggas lovely
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| I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley
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| Watch this show as my flow bubble over
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| Like Mo’s and Cristal’s
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| Ain’t here to bust a pistal
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| Sippin hard on Cristal
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| Dreaming counts, large amounts
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| Cuz Frank don’t play with lai money
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| Get high money
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| Ready to die ****
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| No if, ands, or maybes
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| I’m not your average lady
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| Put that on my 380
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| Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
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| Niggas call us Crystal and Alexus
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| Bump into some hoes that be in Huston busting
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| Trunk full of Donna Karen in the rental LeBaron
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| Uh, who us, we just swerving
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| In the dark blue Suburban
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| Drinking Burbon
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| With Heinekens for the chaser
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| Police’ll never chase us We too fly for that
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| Process the fingerprinted
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| We too **** for that
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| I be, flirtin for certain
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| Wearing short skirts and
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| But ain’t no **** certain
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| See, that’s the difference between me and other bitches
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| They fuck to get they riches
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| I fuck to bust a nut
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| Lil Kim not a slut
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| I gotta reputation to look out for
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| Plus my boss is a outlaw
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| Biggie:
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| Uh, these mothafuckas think they tough guys
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| Mothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ***
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| Foggot ass mothafuckas
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| Really ain’t no true players
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| Larceny:
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| Death comes the **** that oppose the clique
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| Dick-riders get off the dick
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| Cuz Larceny got guns for yall
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| And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall
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| Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out
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| Niggas getting mad cuz I dug they backs out
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| Then I blacks out
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| Start shooting kids, cribs suspicious
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| Making my escape jumping bridges
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| Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
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| Rule number three don’t take love from no bitches
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| You know what makes me much stronger than you
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| I can take pain much longer than you
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| So what you gonna do when I run up in that ass, creep
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| How you wanna spit a ***grease*** |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song **** You, artist - Lil' Kim. Album song Hard Core, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп