| Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me
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| Just knock at the door I’ll grant your wish like a genie
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| Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made
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| Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade
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| Never tried it can’t deny it in the tiots was a looter
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| Used to hang with drive by shooters
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| Stickem up for Honda scooters
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| Never was a schollar make you throw yo hands and holla
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| Wolla went to Jr. high slangin' joints fo a dollar
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| Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags
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| Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags
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| Down with the G’s so them niggas never serve me
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| Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey
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| Painter pants cuffed so I fixit on my biscuits
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| Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I’ll keep it twisted
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| It’s that niggarunnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow
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| And everywhere I go it’s a must I keep it ghetto
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| Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
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| Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways
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| «Choose one»
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| «1 2 3 4 hit it!»
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| 24/7 on a 211 fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty
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| From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight
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| Map out the lick right so that I hit right
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| I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack
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| Can’t hack this monkey on my back
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| So I shot it now you plot it I got it
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| Exotic to erotic money ho’s to narcotics
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| No preachin' knowledge of self or religion
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| I’m too busy raisin' pitbulls and pigeons
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| Put the hustle down steady for the summer
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| I’m ready way tighter got two birds and a rider
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| But I’m out fo mo nigga can’t get enough doe
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| Place my hands on the fo fo
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| Arm robbery is my hoby
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| So I gotta sickum then lickum
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| Now who’s my next victim
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| Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
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| Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways
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| «Choose one»
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| «1 2 3 4 hit it!»
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| Got the plak in the back straight ragtop
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| Peepin' the scene with the gangsta lean
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| Super clean in and out make you weak at the knees
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| I watch fo the theives on my hunt spoke D’s
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| Stereo type foe life from the streets where the palms trees sway
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| And the money parlay
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| Fo block niggas got the hoes like sewed up
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| Bitches on my nuts every since I first showed up
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| BG nigga with my though skins hangin'
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| Tryin to look like my big homies that was bangin
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| Slangin like 90 goin north with the cavey
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| Twistin through the hood in a 83 caddy
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| Coupe Deville I packs my big still
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| Cause it’s sittin on white ones with the two way tight ones
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| And as I floss I keeps my nina Ross
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| Cocked with the clipin to catch a nigga slippin'
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| Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
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| Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways
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| «Choose one»
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| «1 2 3 4 hit it!» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 10 Million Ways , by - Mack 10. Song from the album Mack 10, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп