| Yeah, real murder and shit
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| Double execution
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| What the fuck y’all niggas wanna do?
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| If you ain’t never been to a funeral, you just passed the welcome mat
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| Wish you would of met Pac, I can help with that
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| This retarded, chinstrap, real helmet rap
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| Everybody got bodies, never held a gat
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| How you melt the wax, you call me, doe
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| Then bring in Juxxman in the track by M.P., doe
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| This ain’t brokeback nigga, this is so crack
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| Can I get a soul clap? |
| (Bum! Bum!) Ole!
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| Pop goes my blowzac, blowing, your show’s whack
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| Niggas at the front door demanding they dough back
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| Fuck is this perpetrator, I’m poking his ribs up
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| Got my little homies with me, yolkin' his kids up
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| It’s a fact I put my hood on the map
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| You a bitch boy, never put the hood in your rap
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| I’mma blast the eight, hockey mash the face
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| Then I take it to Supreme Court and smash the case
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| It goes skets, burners, hammers, ratchets
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| Beats, rhymes, hip hop classics
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| Lava, venom, only one solution
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| To bring forth the double execution
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| Yo, Vic Vicious, I murder mics maliciously
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| Big booty, delicious bitches, pussy in stitches
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| I be gun-drummin' ‘em, gunnin' your body down
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| But they don’t want to a barrel so we muffle the shotty sound
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| Meat loaf your grill, Swiss cheese your back
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| No lettuce and tomatoes, I turn ‘em to Big Macs
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| With a young veteran, Polo the beat master
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| Ruste Juxx be that Brooklyn beat-basher
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| Heat-flasher, I’m cockin' the chrome
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| I lied, you walk farther, red dot to your dome
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| Ratchet by the radiator, make you hot in your home
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| Had your eye on the wrong nigga, you was watchin' the throne
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| We was in the borough of Brooklyn, just rockin' the flow
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| Choppin' it slow for those that just want to cop it and go
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| Brand new shaft to your dome, only resolution
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| Double hommies, double the bodies, and double execution
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| Ruste Juxx, who the fuck go harder?
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| Respect your elders, I might be your father
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| Light years behind me biting the dust
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| I’m at the finish line rollin' up, lightin' the Dutch
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| Lifeline, writin' my clutch, hangin' in the balance
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| Get smart you get smacked, intellectual valance
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| Learn the lesson to get a lecture in talons
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| The Brooklyn bullshit, Crown Heights to Allen
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| These niggas be wylin', poppin' off the lip
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| Till I hang ‘em upside down, drop ‘em off a cliff
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| Sweet box knock you out, the win
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| Wake your ass up and knock you back out again
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| Then black out again, bring the gats out again
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| Chop your body up and stuff you in the black ottoman
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| Bark louder than this thing that you bite
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| So by morning your mom’s mourning, but now it’s goodnight
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| That motherfucker thought it was a game?
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| Ruste Juxx nigga
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| Torae, MP |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Double eXXecution , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album Newport Authority 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп