| Geah
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| Jig a geah
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| Nigga, geah
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| Check, geah
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| Nigga, geah
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| Uh, c’mon…
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| I’m sittin' here trippin', mind playin' tricks
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| Tryin' to make it hot while rubbin two sticks
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| Anyboby killa, several conflicts
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| Dead on arrival, the message is survival
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| Only the strong get it on
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| I do my creepin' nightly, nigga, with the chrome
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| Last place niggas get caught up first
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| I ain’t satisfied, so I follow the hearse
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| Check the verse
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| Situation end up worse
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| As I release the heat on my? |
| label? |
| that’s cursed
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| Back up, bitch, my shit spits down
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| 4−5 fully auto, never down
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| Wanna dance with the evil in the pale moon light?
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| Didn’t know that I blast anything on sight?
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| Murder at night, side-busters best take flight
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| As they dead bodies covered in the sheets that’s white
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| I’m a lunatic
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| Geah
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| When I bust the strap everybody…
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| I’m a lunatic
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| Geah
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| Your days is done
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| When I bust the gun
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| Everybody better run
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| I’m dreamin' more nightmares when I sleep
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| My steez, a nigga like me N 2 deep
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| Creep with me as I invade your mind
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| Be a killa with me as I pass the nine
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| Don’t be a weak muthafucka, get your brain on strap
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| Hit the blunt one more time 'fore we hit the gat
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| Got to dis 'em, food on my plate, blood on my hands
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| Lesson number one if you plan for grands
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| Follow my lead as we enter the place
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| Shoot anything that move and aim for the face
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| Race against the clock, a minute to ten
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| Good time, everybody’s tied down in the den
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| Listen, a killa for hire, expert
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| Don’t talk, only point out of work
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| Smart move, nigga, ready to skirt
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| Ain’t no jam, prepare yourself, cause this might hurt
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| I’m a lunatic
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| When I grab the gun
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| Everybody better run
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| Cause your days is done
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| I’m a lunatic
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| When I bust the strap
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| Peel a cap
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| Everybody adapt
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| I’m a lunatic
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| Better run
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| When I bust the gun
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| Your days is done
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| I’m a lunatic
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| When I enter your home
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| I bust the chrome
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| Geah
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| Y’all best back on up, I act up
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| The blood that you spill just like a cracked cup
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| Your attitude, kill it, mines they wanna steal it
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| Bitches, y’all can feel it, any caps, I peel it
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| Warning, killin' niggas, strike in morn'
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| And stay around the crime scene till the cops start swarmin
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| Smile in your face while I mess with the case
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| Through the streets a fast race while your boys gettin' chased
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| No mace, only shootin' gats with slugs
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| Directed straight at the mug tryin' to kill this thug
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| I work that thing on my back, so I blast back
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| But that’s the quick instict of how a killa react
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| The straight aim I possess is what they lack
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| Droppin’em one by one with a 80 Mac
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| Chips I stack, muthafuckas need to quit
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| I bang for life and y’all can’t handle the shit
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| I’m a lunatic
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| I enter your home
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| Release the chrome
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| Straight for your dome
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| I’m a lunatic
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| Your day is done
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| I pops the gun
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| You’re best to run
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| I’m a lunatic
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| Enter your home
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| Release the chrome
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| Straight for your dome
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| I’m a lunatic
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| You’re best to run
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| I bust the gun
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| You’re best to run
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| You’re best to run, run
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| Geah
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| Hoo-Bang one time, nigga
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| Geah, c’mon
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| Lunatic, get’em
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| Geah
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| Geah
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| For the Y2G
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| Hoo-Bangin' gangstas
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| Hoo-Bangin' affiliates
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| Hoo-Bangin' official, nigga
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| Geah
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| Luna…
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| Geah
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| Luna — tic, c’mon
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| What tha fuck! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lunatic , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album N' My Neighborhood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп