| Going around, running mouth, what he gonna do to me
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| Like murder’s something new to me
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| Don’t know who he’s fucking with, here come a homicide
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| Test me with drama, why that nigga try?
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| I don’t never hide, I accommodate
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| Good day to die, any place and date
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| I was calm when I asked him why he wronged me
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| The nigga wild out, got Nino Brown on me
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| Kindness for weakness, when on the phone
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| Nigga think I’m soft or something, hearing his tone
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| I keep two things, a gun and a plan
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| I’m not stable and he don’t understand
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| Yap yap yap yap, let him talk shit
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| Take him to war, time to load the clips
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| Think that he’s safe, creeping on his block
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| Pop pop pop pop, watch the nigga drop right there
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| It’s time to clear the block out
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| It’s time to clear the block
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| It’s time to clear the block out
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| It’s time to clear the block
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| It’s time to clear the block out
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| It’s time to clear the block
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| It’s time to clear the block out
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| It’s time to clear the block
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| I know I’m Hell bound, cause of choices
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| New beginning man, I’m hearing voices
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| Back to Son of Sam, when it come to bread
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| Gotta brick of girl, killing cokeheads
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| Smack the ave with it, leave the streets red
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| Yellow taped off, here come feds
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| Brother from the way, today he lucked up
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| Asked to help him out, cause he’s fucked up
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| So I gave him work, want my income
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| Motherfucker told me, take it back in blood
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| That fucked me up, thought we were cool
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| Disrespect trust, broke all the rules
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| Yap yap yap yap, let him talk shit
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| Take him to war, time to load the clips
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| Think that he’s safe, creep through his block
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| Pop pop pop pop, watch the nigga drop right there
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| In rap game thought shit’ll be safe
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| You’d be surprised how many get chased
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| Wheelchair shit, yep put you in the line
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| Think shit’s sweet kicking verse about spine
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| Because you have fans that like to sweat you
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| Like I won’t come and get you (Nigga)
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| Put on the internet, that I threatened you
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| But Google can’t save you
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| I don’t give a fuck, go tell police
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| That won’t stop me, you better call the priest
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| Snatch your life, I’m a thief, move quick
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| Scream you a tough guy, for you I have a trick
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| Yap yap yap yap, let him talk shit
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| Take him to war, time to load the clips
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| Think that he’s safe, creep through his block
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| Pop pop pop pop, watch the nigga drop right there |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Right There , by - MF Grimm. Song from the album American Hunger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп