| Ya know what I mean?
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| The whole team here — My nigga Flood
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| Feel me?
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| Petro on the buildin'
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| My name is Sean Price, and this my nigga Ruste Juxx, man
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| Seek and destroy
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| Get 'em
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| I be that — beat basher, rap terminator (On)
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| Heat blaster, rap verminator
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| Street saga illustrator, yeah I’m still a hater (Still a hater)
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| You still a perpetrator — Imitator (Bang!) (Look at you)
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| My wordplay is Chinese math, how I
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| Execute capital punishment on that ass (on that ass)
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| I’m doin' twenty features a month
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| You can call me underground if you want (Woo!)
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| I’m worldwide — Spain, Austria, Switzerland
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| I gets it in Italy, Germany, Helsinki — Finland (Goddamn!)
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| From Paris to Amsterdam
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| Fans rush the stands to harass the man
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| I’m out in Canada, all across the US and back (Woo!)
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| Puttin' that Killer Crown Heights on the map (on the map)
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| And I blessed any stage I ripped, caught bodies every place I flip
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| Y’all niggas see it
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| You see it, nigga
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| Worldwide, BootCamp, nigga
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| All over, passport states stamped out
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| Let’s go
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| Y’all want that raw shit? |
| Well I’mma give it to ya (give it to ya)
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| True story, I’mma spit it how I live it to ya (live it to ya)
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| I black out, wake up with bloody hands (What the fuck?)
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| Somebody must have fucked up my money plans (Uhuh)
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| I smoke a whole Zip to the face, before I even brush my teeth or wash my face
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| (I fuck with that)
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| Hop out the shower, still smellin' like Sour
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| D’s on the corner, on that «C» cipher power (Shiieet)
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| My guns go off — it’s like 'Nam! |
| (It's like 'Nam!)
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| Only react with rapid firearms (firearms)
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| So when the beef cook I’m servin' 'em well done
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| Eraser shit — fully loaded rail gun
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| T-K-O, the goddamn bell rung (Ding!)
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| My Queens bitch said it ain’t hard to tell — Done
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| I told her, roll another Dutch up (bitch)
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| She got the M1 tup get it fucked up!
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| Get it fucked up, nigga
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| Sean Price — I punch through school buses
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| You already know what time it is
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| Ruste Juxx' rain of destruction (destruction)
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| Over MP production, nasty, simply disgusting (Uhuh)
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| The track too sick, the rhyme so venomous
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| Slick Vic, The Ruler — Bow down in my eminence (eminence)
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| The King of the Crown (Crown)
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| See me on a bill you know I’m in the house bringin' it down (bringin' it down)
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| (Uhuh)
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| A thousand groupies on my meat rat
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| They love my New York swag
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| They said I’m bringin' that heat back (heat back)
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| I entrance the audience off top
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| With a oral demonstration of some real Hip-Hop (real hip hop)
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| First I lean (First I lean) — and then I rock (and then I rock)
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| Aim the bean (Aim the bean) — and then you shot (Bang!)
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| Dead on arrival
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| Yeah — I’m like Remi on the roof blowin' lead out the rifle
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| (Pang, pang!)
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| Threw that bitch back (back), cause his shit wack (wack)
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| Lay ya ass out flat, fuck a diss rap
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| Fuck all that diss rap shit, nigga
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| When I see you — wings on ya back
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| P! |
| Fuck outta here
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| Wings on ya back nigga, straight like that
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| (Oh shit they go…)
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| Wings on ya back — simple as that, like.
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| I ain’t even. |
| you know
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| Halo on ya head
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| You know what I mean |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wings on Your Back , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album The Exxecution, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп