| Say hell yeah «hell yeah»
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| Say hell yeah «hell yeah»
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| Say hell yeah «hell yeah»
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| Say hell yeah «hell yeah»
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| Say fuck that shit «fuck that shit»
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| Say fuck that shit «fuck that shit»
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| Say fuck that shit «fuck that shit»
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| Now scream «hhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy»
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| Who the mothafuckin' boss nigga spill at the villain
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| We make them feel us, them presidents be beggin' to kill us
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| Dope dealers and the feds, bitches, fuckin' my head
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| Niggas dyin' over colors, nigga blue and the red
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| What 'Ren gotta do to expose your ass
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| Gays and bitches on the mic homey makin' me mad
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| Really who fuckin' with Ren
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| I don’t give a fuck, how many crook shooter in, I’ma fuckin' veteran
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| R-E-N niggas know what it mean
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| V-I-L-L homey seldom seen
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| I’m with that nigga «Bigg Rocc» homey puffin' the green
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| I’m sick off the bitches always askin' why I love weed?
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| We got fucked up crews, fucked up clothes
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| Nobody give a fuck about the niggas no more
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| Then they got the nerve to ask what this for
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| This for mothafuckers growin' up in the ghetto…
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| We the shit nigga don’t need nothing
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| John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
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| Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
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| To make they shit nigga look like nothing, what
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| We the shit nigga don’t need nothing
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| John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
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| Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
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| To make they shit nigga look like nothing, it’s nothing
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| (*Sound of police Sireens*)
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| I come through reppin' while niggas be half steppin'
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| Choose my weapon, let loose in your section
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| Fake-Ass, home niggas shot the next man
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| I’ma buy my own cheese, smokin' in the cali' grease
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| Why nigga, do or die, my niggas
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| Full of Alcohol, ready to pull the big triggers
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| High Powered, street kings, reigned by killers
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| Gangbangers, horny-Ass-Cop, dope dealers
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| Prostitutes, horny-Ass-mayers wanna be back players
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| Spend your paper, beware of the kill
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| Deal or get dealt with, I’m not the nigga to cross
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| Sluts do applause
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| To peel to the mothafucker, kill that mothafucker
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| Be real to the mothafucker, so chill mothafuckers
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| But shit gets start you can’t heal mothafucker
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| It’s over life like payin' bills mothafucker…
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| We the shit nigga don’t need nothing
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| John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
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| Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
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| To make they shit nigga look like nothing, what
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| We the shit don’t nigga need nothing
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| John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
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| Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
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| To make they shit nigga look like nothing, it’s nothing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Nothing , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album Turf Buccaneers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп