| I say
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| I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it,
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| I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo
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| Wha-wha wha-wha whaaat
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| I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it When im in texas im bumpin’screw music
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| With big mike and scarface and luke loop
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| Me and lil’crook like bo and luke duke
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| When im in miama i go to scoop luke
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| To see the peep show and hit the duke shoot
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| Went to branson, back to back, lex coup
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| Up in «harlem world"in my timb boots
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| Two suckers had beef so i watched them shoot
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| Called up benny rat, copped a bullet proof
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| Seen t-funk he took is to the fruit
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| Then he went to the tunnell and brought down the roof
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| Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat
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| Slang a cassette to funkmaster flex
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| And now im bumpin’on east coast tapedecks
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| Went from swatch to platinum rolex
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| S.d., jersey we getting more sex
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| Flow next
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| Go next
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| Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood
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| Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh
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| If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep
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| I just begun to peep nightmare on elm street
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| Release from jones beach to south beach, capeesh?
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| Kickin dust as i bust, … peace
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| And all them crooked cops on the beat
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| My niggas bring the funk like your grandpa feet
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| Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts
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| With darts, like hbo watching after dark
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| No love for a mark, even less for a trick
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| That wanna be like mike, mike who my …
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| Real shit hotness
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| Run wit my niggas that aint got shit
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| Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit
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| One time, out for mine, but cant stop it Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
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| So i bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic
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| Leave the crop scene spotless
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| Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic
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| Niggas, synchronize your watches
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| We’re goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo
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| Mr. meth, (dmx!)
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| Im running loco
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| Motherfucker
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| I got a wicked flow and im gonna kick it yo Feel the pressure
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| Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser
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| Niggas hit me with the best shit then what
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| I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go …
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| Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing
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| Y’all. |
| niggas is duckin me like you owe me something
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| I got more homies than an esse, but lets say
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| I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day
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| The best way you can hope to get close to me Is right here under my wing like you’re supposed to be The first time you start acting fuckin strange
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| Best to be ducking range
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| Talkin shit wearing a fuckin’chain
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| I break niggaz like promises
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| Split em’open like thomas'
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| And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
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| Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
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| Attitude that doesnt mind doing time |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whatcha Gonna Do, artist - Method Man. Album song Whatcha Gonna Do, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп