| I don’t rock with you, you don’t rock with me
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| It is what it is, gon' be what it’s gon' be
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| I don’t rock with you, you don’t rock with me
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| I stay sucka free
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| I don’t rock with you, never stood on the block with you
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| Never ran from the cops with you
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| I don’t smoke with you, never got drunk
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| Laughed or joked with you, don’t make me choke you dude
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| Only fuck with niggas I see eye to eye with
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| My madman niggas you know I ride or die with
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| So stay the fuck up out my circle
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| My niggas murk you and rock your to sleep and really hurt you
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| It’s not a game
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| I’m sucka free, stay the fuck away from me
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| That’s the way it’s gotta be, it’s two-thousand-one-three
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| Only fuck with niggas I trust, the rest kick rocks
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| Fuck outta here, this is where the bullshit stops
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| We not cut from the same cloth
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| You’re lame and I’m the real thing: boss
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| So let’s keep it how it is
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| I’m a real G from the street and you’re a straight bitch
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| Decapitate the head of a serpent, two brokeback
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| Haters gon' hate, even the fool know that
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| Ain’t no hesitating, detonate when it’s called back
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| My word resonatin', jumping Jehosephat
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| Pull my own weight, why hold it back
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| Make no mistake, recuperate in no time flat
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| A sucka’ll sabotage you at the drop of a hat
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| Paid back on the back-stabbers, I owe ‘em that
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| During conflict one thing matters, need to know that
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| The circle: any rock, stones getting threw back
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| Any shots flown getting flew back
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| Any spots blown: bitch you getting your wig blew back
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| Old, we ain’t even got to discuss it
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| Eye for a eye, ride or die, why ask why
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| Us against them, know they gon' try something
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| And we don’t put it on the line for nothing
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| Could you imagine a barrel full of crabs, they pulling you down
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| Feel like you treading water but your ass gon' drown
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| That’s how it is when those suckas around, stay free
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| Keep your grass cut baby, they hard to see
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| Chameleons, infiltrating your job and your building
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| Something had to happen to ‘em bad when they were children
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| Got to stay on point because they ain’t got a smell
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| When my Spidey sense is tingling is when I can tell
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| Raised well by old
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| Sucka free is a hard job but it’s nothing to me
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| See my niggas get played and take it on the chin
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| But that’s hard for me to do, I can’t let a sucka win
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| It’s like bread and meat, I don’t win I don’t eat
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| So when you see me soldier, I’m low in the street
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| I accuse my little man of ratting and this was recent
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| To prove he was decent he shot up a precinct
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| «I heard a wise man once say, and I quote, ‘True leaders don’t create followers,
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| they create more leaders.' |
| True indeed, Lord. |
| Reminds me of my brother, Guru.
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| We miss you. |
| Lyrical. |
| Spiritual. |
| As you ascend above us, travelling.
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| Peace and blessing, beloved.»
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| «Guru» «Will live forever baby—never die, always living»
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| «That's right. |
| Recognize that shit.»
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| «He's still here.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sucka Free , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album PA2: The Director's Cut, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп