| Whatcu crazy???
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| Since a buck tooth baby, Doc
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| Was like straight fuck you pay me like Jay-Z
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| Lazzy Niggas complain
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| Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin game like Acclain
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| Those who you call Doggs rat your name
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| Those who say they love you attack your change
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| Thats why i fold down 4 fingers
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| Say fuck the world and Jimmy da earth out with Coat hangers
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| Rap game n street game dont sleep
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| Its a cold world betta pack yer own heat
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| Niggas aint happy to the cash on «E»
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| Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
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| Yeah Right!
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| My bear hugz air tight
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| New Yorkerz no no turnin on a redlight
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| Me against 40 of you? |
| a fair fight
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| Microphones get took you shook wear white
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| And its your stopper meth tical man and funk docta
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotter
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| I’m warnin you partna meth tical man and funk docta
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| Every time i turn around somebody in my business
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| Time for you to testify can i get a witness
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| Actin like bitch’s
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| Dirty Dick niggas look suspicous
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| Ain’t physically fit for the fitness
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| Welcome to the game of death
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| Poly wanna biscut?
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| First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
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| And i spread it like a rumour or a sickness
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| Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet
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| Can i slap a fat ass with da quickness
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| Stupid ass niggas goin abroad nigga get tha syphilys
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| Comin through son ima fuck you and your district
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| Miss representin miss interpreting and des misfit
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| Playboy, you aint got no balls plus your dickless
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| And i’m like a plumber layin pipe up in your misses
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| No man can hold hold me nor can control me Next time you see me holla like you know me!
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| And its your stopper meth tical man and funk docta
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotter
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| I’m warnin you partna meth tical man and funk docta
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| And its your stopper
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| Bomb Droppa
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| Hit it Hip Hoppers
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| You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
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| I’m warnin you partna |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mi Casa , by - Method Man. Song from the album Blackout!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп