| Drugs used to sell those, guns under my pillows
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| Got stripes robbin' you motherfuckers for elbows
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| Oh you eatin' but I ain’t eatin', oh hell no, well they’ll know
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| When they try to run on me and get shellholes in they shell-toes
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| Scotch on the rocks, Henney no chaser
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| Just paper, guts, green, empty liquor cool laser
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| If I can take your head with me I’mma do more than leave a few stitches
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| I’m Hussein, you lame, loose change, stuff you loose bitches
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| Now we in the penthouse, cloudy and bent out
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| Sixes on the rose, action what we been ‘bout
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| You lookin like dinner, we inna runnin' that crib you stay
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| Rock, paper, scissors for the hitters I’mma send your way
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| You want to start it, I can end it, run circles around it
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| Till you end it, now me and this gun so codependent
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| Ain’t foolin' me with that punk fake squeezin'
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| Zilla ain’t eatin' in this duck take season
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| Get your block up, roided, too zooted and broke not to do it
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| Two pistols cruise your cool ass into a cruise missile mass
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| Like I bit it from Michael, better for Michael’s
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| Position vindictive and spiteful, addicted to rifles
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| Run up on you, runnin' guns, what’s your mans gonna do?
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| Put hands on you, one-on-one I’m a one-man zoo
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| Tell your fan pay the insurance, maybe it’s curtains
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| ‘Cause shots fired after gang signs a daily occurrence
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| Ballot in my name, banger in my lead
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| Half-tank of gas, catch you slippin' and that ass is gone
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| The man in the mirror ain’t never lied
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| And I don’t think you’ll ever survive, you’re too terrified
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| Time for the game, two shooters on the payroll
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| For me, my shooters shoot for free and then lay low
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| The man in the mirror ain’t never lied
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| And I don’t think you’ll ever survive, you’re too terrified
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| First of all these ain’t threats these are promises
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| If I can open up and bare my soul honest as con artists is
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| Enslaved to the eternal grind, shackled to the paper chase
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| Felonies and steak tips, my lawyer just ate the cake
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| And ain’t leave a crumb
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| Smash the prosecutor doggy style in front of the judge and ain’t even come
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| Hydro shock bullets, rock your brain, brain damage is
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| So savage, you cannot explain you forgot your name
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| But learn faster than a jet plane
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| Engine that importin' excessive amounts of ‘caine, it’s not a game
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| Running so long don’t remember who you running from
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| It started with one scale, one gun, and one chum
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| Got married, fell in love, had two daughters and one son
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| But loose ends tend to unravel, becoming undone
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| But either way you’re still screwed
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| Still locked in the mess hall and your ultimate downfall is you’re still a fool
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| But that’s your fate in life, I know you hate your life
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| But you’re wah-wah with incredible bark and still ankle bite
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| Stab enemies in they chest cavity if they ain’t die on sight
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| You ain’t shank ‘em right
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| Turn the news camera lights on and make ‘em bright
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| Hostile as a vicious Rottweiler who can’t wait to fight
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| Gutta drop twenty-four bars of napalm
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| Ghostbusters, who you gonna call, call Jaysaun
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| Ballot in my name, banger in my lead
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| Half-tank of gas, catch you slippin' and that ass is gone
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| The man in the mirror ain’t never lied
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| And I don’t think you’ll ever survive, you’re too terrified
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| Time for the game, two shooters on the payroll
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| For me, my shooters shoot for free and then lay low
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| The man in the mirror ain’t never lied
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| And I don’t think you’ll ever survive, you’re too terrified
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| Too terrified, too terrified |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Terrified , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album Newport Authority 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп