| The most difficult thing about beeing a homicide detective
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| Is when you had a case and you know who did it
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| But you can’t prove it
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| It’s like puttin' a puzzle together
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| You have to have everything kinda fall in place
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| It’s hard, it’s draining, very draining
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| The hope is, someday, somebody is gonna get in trouble
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| And they’re gonna need to talk
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| And thats when you get the prove
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| Thats when you can solve the case
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| Mr. 1st 48, 48 don’t make that 48
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| Mr. 1st 48, 48 don’t make that 48
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| Mr. 1st 48, 48 don’t make that 48
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| Mr. 1st 48, 48 don’t make that 48
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| Bitch you can’t escape
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| Bitch you can’t escape
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| Bitch you can’t escape
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| Bitch you can’t from Mr. 48
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| It’s the silent Son of Sam, burn like the Sun, slaughter from Saturn
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| Scarecrow from the land where vicious murders are a pattern
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| Your fate is predetermined, quickly terminate you vermin
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| I hope yo mammy wise enough to take a life insurance
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| We don’t discriminate, we just eliminate and consequate
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| (?) solved your case in the 1st 48, welcome to hell gates
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| Murder, death, kill, Memphis niggas get ill
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| You want yo cap peeled? |
| Bring your punkass down here
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| Choose your fuckin' doom: guns, knives, blunt tools
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| They find your punkass leakin' in a fuckin' blood pool
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| No mo' (?) to swallow, sayonara from the (?) water
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| Lord should be your tour guide through the horror
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| Pop ya and pop my collar
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| If you watch you know you never live to testify
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| Talk to those detectives and your whole damn family dies
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| Bodies rottin' all around in my part of town
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| Hear no evil, see no evil, never speak a sound
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| Ballin' down Bellevue and then I hit a left 'lone curb
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| Soon as I hit Mississippi in the rearview we saw a blur
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| Man it look like the same niggas that was trillin' me at first
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| Pay no attention cause I’m high and rubbin' on this bitches skirt
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| Slammed down to the curb, ran in to get 'bout 8 Oz. |
| of the purrp
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| Saw this bitch textin' on the phone, payed this shit no damn mind at first
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| Then three Chevies closed me in man, then my fucking vision blurred
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| Then we all begin to merge, I try to reach then heard the burst
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| Flashes flyin' in my face, I see AK’s, can it get worse?
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| Then I squeeze the Mac-11, let the whole damn clip disperse
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| When I look down to the pavement, saw two masked niggas get wasted
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| Look like Lord may be the next case on the damn 1st 48 man
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| Mr. 1st 48, 48 don’t make that 48
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| Mr. 1st 48, 48 don’t make that 48
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| Mr. 1st 48, 48 don’t make that 48
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| Mr. 1st 48, 48 don’t make that 48
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| Bitch you can’t escape
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| Bitch you can’t escape
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| Bitch you can’t escape
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| Bitch you can’t from Mr. 48 |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. 1st 48, artist - Lord Infamous. Album song Back from Dead: Deadly Proverbs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп