| Yeah, I got my pedal to the metal
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| I’m doing lightspeed on ya’ll niggas man
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| Yeah let’s go
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| Full wreck mode, bars explode
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| Metaphors is fire, the dialect’s cold
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| «Timbz Do Work» my cannon just got fired
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| On the road to riches the whip’s hotwired
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| Shots fired your right-hand man down
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| Probably should have told him to stand down
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| You on that punk shit I let the sket blow
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| That’s why I’m gon' always get respect in the GHETTO
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| Fuck with ya boy-boy, be on the low-low
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| Slingin' that (bloi-bloi) fleein' the po-po
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| Spittin' that cold crack, rippin' the dope track
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| Flippin' never slippin' I be shittin' you know that
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| Plus I keep a bad bitch lickin' my cashews
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| Cinderella hoes tattoos with glass shoes
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| Go and cop the LP and see what the fuss ‘bout
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| Stacks in my jeans ‘bout to bust the fuck out
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| Nigga, I’m so far ahead of you, flying at the speed of light
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| Got a clear view you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Nigga, you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Another one bites the dust, ha-ha
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| So far ahead of you, flying at the speed of light
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| Got a clear view you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Nigga, you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Another one bites the dust, ha-ha
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| Fans throw their hands up when they turn my jam up screaming
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| CROWN HEIGHTS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE
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| Juxx is the man he rock, bitches let they panties drop
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| CAUSE THEY WANT THIS BLACK DICK UP IN THEY MOUTH
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| Mommy I’ll oblige you slide you to motizzy get so busy then it’s back to that
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| dough grizzy
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| Is he thuggin' is he really steady mobbin'?
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| Did he really run the streets hustlin' and robbin'?
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| Fact is VIC Flair murder on the mic spit the hardest shit niggas ever heard of
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| in they life
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| I been reppin' since Kool G Rap and Kane and ‘em
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| Douggie Fresh, Dana Dane and ‘em
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| Entertaining ‘em, chalkline framin' ‘em
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| Never gave a fuck about niggas talkin' shit
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| I just punch you in your fuckin' mouth
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| You know the repertoire, my pedigree is untainted better than
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| Anything you ever done ain’t it
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| I’m so far ahead of you, flying at the speed of light
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| Got a clear view you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Nigga, you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Another one bites the dust, ha-ha
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| In them buck sixty burnin' up the highway niggas better stay out my lane
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| One and the fast the furious you know shit is serious
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| Niggas need to step up they game
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| Listen, I see the world through the eyes of a killer
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| Juxx in this rap game tell me who’s realer
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| Slum lordian, bum studio recordian
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| Rhymin' over accordion still sippin' on 40's and
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| That shit is trash heap
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| I wasn’t feelin' it today and I damn sure didn’t like it last week
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| Go up to the radio you ain’t gettin' airplay
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| I pissed on your poster when I seen it in the stairway
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| This means war, I’m R.A.W
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| Ahood terrorist it’ll bring trouble to
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| Any rap artist, CEO or producer
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| Shorty wound up tight I bet I get her looser
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| I’m so far ahead of you, flying at the speed of light
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| Got a clear view you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Nigga, you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Another one bites the dust, ha-ha
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| So far ahead of you, flying at the speed of light
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| Got a clear view you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Nigga, you ain’t even in my rearview
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| Another one bites the dust, ha-ha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rearview , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album The Exxecution, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп