| I strong arm like a bully, caught a case with a fully
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| Fresh out of Y.A. |
| for jackin' my way
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| Before the ya for the loot nigga used to slang loop
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| Yeap I still got birds but they in my pigeon coop
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| Woop, that’s where is at it’s like that as they tumble
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| Niggas like to rumble in the concrete jungle
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| From the West to the East it don’t cease
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| 24 and some more I gotta tote my peace
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| I don’t trip, fill up my clip, gat on my hip
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| Nigga slip, give up yo' grip, don’t make me chip
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| That ass off fool, I’ll blast off any second
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| I’m only into teckin' I don’t do no chin checkin'
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| So break yourself or feel the wrath of a psychopath
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| If I blast all I find I get to have
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| And it’s like that and ain’t no tamin' this
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| Nutty ass nigga 'cause I’m armed and dangerous
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| 'Cause I rather stick 'em up
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| Mack 10, nigga
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| 'Cause I rather stick 'em up
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| Mack 10
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| 'Cause I rather stick 'em up
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| Who is you nigga, lettin' your pants sag
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| Spottin' that rag on the fresh motomags
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| Kickin', you picked the wrong corner to bend
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| What hood you think you in, nigga come of that Schwinn
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| Give it up can’t shake it I take it like the Repo
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| Plus I got a sale for the alloy seat pole
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| You slipped, now stumble, no time to mumble
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| Fumble, cough it up, in a rumble I toss it up
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| So when you check mine you gotta respect mine
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| Or let Mack 10 introduce you to Tech 9
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| Set up, get wet up, I’m sick like Ozzy
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| Make bullets dive in ya like they straight kamikaze
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| So come through slippin' and you gotta see these
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| Got stripes up to here plus I run the BGs
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| 'Cause I’m only thirteen and I’m already claimin' this
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| West side for life nigga, armed and dangerous
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| And you know that
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| And you know that
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| Red rums in the slums that we call the ghetto
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| Keep my clip to the tip, fill with the full meadow
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| Jackets, I pack it in trust niggas bust
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| I keep my gun up when I run up, I got no time to waste
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| I put the cannon to yo' face, I want the cavey and the safe
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| Ran all through the spot a nigga found three guns
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| And got away with two chickens and a bag full of ones
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| So recognize game, be careful what you throw up
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| Nigga, never fill up my clients pipes with that blow up
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| Don’t want to get started with the hardest and the smartest
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| Neighbourhood motherfuckin' 2/11 artist
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| So all through the turf Lil Gs wanna be me
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| And busters start runnin' when they see me in my Beeny
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| Mack 10 is the name, no shame only fame in this
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| Always down to blast 'cause I’m armed and dangerous
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| Mack 10, nigga
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| 'Cause I rather stick 'em up
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| Mack 10
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| 'Cause I rather stick 'em up
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| 'Cause I rather stick 'em up
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| Mack 10, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Armed & Dangerous , by - Mack 10. Song from the album Mack 10, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп