| Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
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| Pull out the rifle, we know where you live
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| Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc
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| Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
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| Pull out the rifle, we know where you live
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| Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc
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| These demons inside of me trynna escape
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| Get the fuck off me cause I need some space
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| Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em, dead
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| Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em, dead
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| These demons inside of me trynna escape
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| Get the fuck off me cause I need some space
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| Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em, dead
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| Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em, dead
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| The voices keep tellin' me «Don't let 'em live»
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| Devil’s alive, I’m nobodies friend
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| Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up
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| Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up
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| Fill the mosh pit with bullets
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| (Fill the mosh pit with bullets)
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| Fill the mosh pit with bullets
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| (Fill the mosh pit with bullets)
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| Fill the mosh pit with bullets
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| Fill the mosh pit with bullets
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| I’m a psychopath, I let the rifle blast
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| First I sigh and gasp and then I light the match
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| I’m goin' ain’t shit
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| I’m taking to many prescriptions got thirty six in my mouth again like I came
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| in from emphins
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| I’m in your face at the dentist
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| I’m at the table with winners
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| And now the scope got a lens like I’m taking a picture, like.
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| Buc 'em, buc 'em, buc 'em, buc 'em
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| If they really want beef, I. buc 'em, buc 'em
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| Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
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| Pull out the rifle, we know where you live
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| Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc
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| Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
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| Pull out the rifle, we know where you live
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| Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc
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| These demons inside of me trynna escape
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| Get the fuck off me 'cause I need some space
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| Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em. |
| dead
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| Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em. |
| dead
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| These demons inside of me trynna escape
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| Get the fuck off me 'cause I need some space
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| Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em. |
| dead
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| Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em. |
| dead
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| Yeah, yo.
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| Rap sort of lambo in the garage, rambo
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| They want a spot, they get blown like cigars
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| Never broke, cash flows goin' harder than the homies on the yard
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| Y’all phony, ya facade
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| The block’s takin' the order, welcome to Hell’s Kitchen
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| Clique so big, it’s on a scale where yourself with
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| I slang salt water to a beach, host is the hand up
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| God Father in the street
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| Whole squad is a lead up, I put a chopper at the sea
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| Block-blocka, the top shoter, I’m getting dollars like a mitch
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| The real mitch, the real topper, the real Tony
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| OG in the steel
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| Homie, you kill softly
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| Youngs flange
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| Y’all they fuckin' with prince
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| Got a custom made casket for these rappers on my dick, ugh
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| I’m the boss, what they gon' say now?
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| I’m the plug, no wire, this is not PayPal
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| The voices keep tellin' me «Don't let 'em live»
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| Devil’s alive, I’m nobodies friend
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| Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up
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| Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up
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| Fill the mosh pit with bullets
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| (Fill the mosh pit with bullets)
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| Fill the mosh pit with bullets
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| (Fill the mosh pit with bullets)
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| Fill the mosh pit with bullets
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| Fill the mosh pit with bullets
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| Bang-bang, motherfucker, bang-bang
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| Chain slang, I’m just trynna maintain (That's right)
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| Fucked up, I can’t never stay sane
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| But you know that I’m the illest in my whole campaign
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| Shots rang through the window of your whip
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| Yeah, we really with the shits
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| Bullets filling up the clip, got the pistol on my hip like Brrrrrrhhhaaaaa
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| Like the beef in the freezer, I’m raw
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| You just tough on screen like Deniro in the city
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| Where I’m from I’m a motherfuckin' hero (Fangs)
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| I’m still good in the hood like my hands are clean
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| And I’m known to cash buddies like a trampoline (Hahaha)
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| Gasoline in the truck if these cats want beef
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| Ya belong in the movie, you just actin' gee (Fugazi)
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| Yeah, let the lions out the cage
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| Put the fire in your face when I’m lighting up the stage
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| Bang-bang
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| Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
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| Pull out the pistol. |
| bitch, I know where you live
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| Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
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| Pull out the pistol. |
| bitch, I know where you live
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| (Ice on my neck, ice on my neck
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| Ice on my neck, got this ice on my neck)
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| (Ice on my neck, ice on my neck
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| Ice on my neck, got this ice on my neck)
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| (Ice on my neck, ice on my neck
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| Ice on my neck, got this ice on my neck)
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| Pull out the pistol. |
| bitch, I know where you live |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit 'Em Kill 'Em Shoot 'Em Dead, artist - Merkules. Album song Trust Your Gut, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп