| My nigga I ain’t got time to beef with these lames
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| Homie I don’t play no games
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| I said, niggas tryna hop on the back of my fame
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| So I don’t need to say no names
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| But I’mma put it like
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| Who the fuck rhyme better than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck flow hotter than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck go harder than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck rhyme better?
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| Nobody!
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| Duck sick, anybody I don’t fuck with
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| Spit in your face if you talking 'bout «what up Vic?»
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| The sky nigga, now put your hands high nigga
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| Where them hundreds? |
| All I see is two fives nigga
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| If heart was a bullet then you wouldn’t have a shot
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| The trigger I pull it, your head won’t have a top
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| Bread I got a lot, Juxx putting hits out
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| And I ain’t talking records bitch, airing niggas strips out
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| Bloods and them crips out, bangin' to my music
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| It’s like a drug you use, but don’t abuse it
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| Never get me confused with a yellow back sucker
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| I’m a young crazy wild motherfucker
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| Hailing out of Brooklyn live and direct
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| Steady smoking but I ain’t get high yet
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| Now, how many slugs can your fitted hat hold
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| Call me forty below, cuz I spit it that cold
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| My nigga I ain’t got time to beef with these lames
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| Homie I don’t play no games
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| I said, niggas tryna hop on the back of my fame
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| So I don’t need to say no names
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| But I’mma put it like
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| Who the fuck rhyme better than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck flow hotter than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck go harder than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck rhyme better?
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| Nobody!
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| Bank robber money bags, heavy on the way in
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| Going back to Cali then I’m shooting to the bay end
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| Show’s cold bangin', got the fans cold wilding
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| Moshpit, aw shit, nigga’s getting violent
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| Juxx break ground with that hardcore sound
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| Get the club shutdown, everybody letting off a round
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| It bees like that when you G’s like that
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| Get a Japanese skeez on her knees like that
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| Bootcamp, boot stamp all up in your back
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| Cop killer, hollow points all up in your hat
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| BK, NY, east coast murderer
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| Breakfast time smoking with the heat cold serving ya
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| Nerve of ya, fucking with a triple OG
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| I double up pay and get a triple OD
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| I get money fuck bitches, fuck bitches get money
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| Other than a dick, she know she ain’t getting shit from me
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| My nigga I ain’t got time to beef with these lames
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| Homie I don’t play no games
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| I said, niggas tryna hop on the back of my fame
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| So I don’t need to say no names
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| But I’mma put it like
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| Who the fuck rhyme better than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck flow hotter than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck go harder than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck rhyme better?
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| Nobody!
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| Ain’t nobody iller than the killer from Crown Heights
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| Clowns try to copy but that shit don’t sound right
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| Shit don’t pound like fifteens in the trunk
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| Isaac Hayes with some Mitch Green in the skunk
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| What bitch? |
| I’m a pimp, you feel the backhand
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| Until you understand God is a black man
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| I’m from the crack lands, better yet dope slums
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| Where you never see a preacher or the pope come
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| Both done gone and left forever
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| My nigga’s death motivates me so we rep together
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| And it don’t stop popping
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| I have your head like Diddy when you hear me, Cuz it won’t stop bopping
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| Tick tock round the clock I’m clocking
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| Keep your bitch off my cock, she jocking
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| Why you think that ho' left her stockings?
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| Look, she at my door right now, still knocking
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| My nigga I ain’t got time to beef with these lames
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| Homie I don’t play no games
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| I said, niggas tryna hop on the back of my fame
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| So I don’t need to say no names
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| But I’mma put it like
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| Who the fuck rhyme better than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck flow hotter than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck go harder than Ruste Juxx?
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| Nobody!
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| Who the fuck rhyme better?
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| Nobody! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nobody , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album The Exxecution, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп