| I got trouble rhymes to a death the troubled times
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| A double nine incase niggas get out of line
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| And heaven knows that I tried to change
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| But in the mist of trying to be a better man
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| Trouble is all I can seem to see
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| And the fact I know tomorrow isn’t promised to me
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| So from this day forth I’ll be all I can be
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| My brother turned his back on me
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| Got to be my own man
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| Regardless of what the stakes is I’ma play my own hand
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| And I’m tired of being let down by my so-called friends
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| Regardless to the blood shed — no tears in the end
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| Father please forgive for I have sinned — forgive us all
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| But I ain’t to blame — the lunatics wearing my heart
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| And I think I gotta build another wall
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| Cause I don’t want the world to see me
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| Cause maybe these demons will try to end me
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| I’m exhausted and my body’s sleepy
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| Never the less it’s hard to rest — I’m a nervous wreck
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| I walk with the stress
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| I use to walk around with a vest
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| But now a days I be like «fuck it dog
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| You fuck with me I gots to fuck with ya’ll»
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| And «make ends» is just another word for «pay back»
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| Paying you back today for this grudge that I had way back
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| You niggas I grew up with wouldn’t play with that
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| I send you bitches to the morgue with holes in your head
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| No remorse — why you think my niggas taught me to ball?
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| Cause I be walking around in designer suits?
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| In fact these niggas know that I’m the truth
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| Always scandalous — eye before I shoot
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| For disrespect there is no excuse
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| Calling the choices
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| No respect, respect is respect
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| X! |
| Want a war? |
| Die on
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| Walk the line get it on
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| Here to today, then your gone — fucking with us
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| If you talk it up back it up
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| Paper start stacking up
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| Niggas start acting up
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| Let it be known
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| X! |
| You want a war? |
| Die on
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| Walk the line get it on
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| Here to today, then your gone — fucking with us
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| If you talk it up back it up
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| Paper start stacking up
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| Niggas start acting up
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| Let it be known
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| I play with psychotic, lunatic, gang da rang shit
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| You know that walk up dome nigga close range shit
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| Mack 10 — probably licked out so deep I dream on it
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| Locate my pray and and put my red dot beam on it
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| Put the hammer lot squeeze on it with the dope kick in
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| Fuck a rage — feel the 44 shot deep with in
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| Bitch niggas can’t fuck with true niggas by nature
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| And believe me dog you got a problem on your hands if I hate ya
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| I’ll make spit flames like a K nigga
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| Now close your eyes, pray nigga — I swear it’s your day nigga
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| Got so much dope off its like a crack storm to me
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| And your heart is so gone but your ass belongs to me
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| Using my colors against me but this time stay true
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| Ain’t no body to blame shoot, for you now being through
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| Plus and make one move to the game
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| When your scandalous living trife
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| That’s when you fuck with a real nigga gotta pay with your life
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| You say I can’t hustle — well hell if I can’t
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| I keep my nose to the grind
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| And go hard to the paint
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| With a ki of that white or a pound of that dank
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| And if it’s dank it gotta be sticky and stank
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| It’s the dope dealer 1−0 the powder pusher
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| You’s a pussy so you’s a dusher and blood gusher
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| I’ma Inglewood swangin' I’ma rep Hoo-Bangin'
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| I’ma let my nuts hangin' I’ma do tha damn thangin'
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| I fuck all bitch niggas and slap up hoes
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| And shatter windows with K’s and chemicals
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| So when the funk kick is on We don’t need a show stopper
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| Get the rangin' east poppers
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| Squeeze and waving east choppers
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| Fuck around with this shit and get your wig split
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| Either do it myself or just pay for your hit
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| It’s the chicken hard passion
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| And I’m never letting up
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| Anything in my way best believe I’m wetting up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let It Be Known , by - Mack 10. Song from the album Bang Or Ball, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп