| I just sent some paper to my nigga, he did a favor for me
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| I just made a play and fed the hood, I know them niggas love me
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| Two glizzys in the whip, don’t even trip, boy, you ain’t takin' nothin'
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| My mama and your mama know each other, that don’t make us cousins
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| That don’t make us brothers
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| Really, nigga, that don’t make us nothin'
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| You been on that block all day and you ain’t making nothin'
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| I don’t like to do a lot of talkin', rather carry these Percs and hard
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| But got some niggas out there 12, catchin' plays for me
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| This how you live when you winning, nigga
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| This how you live when you winning, nigga
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| Everything bad from the cars to the bitch
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| They fuckin' with a thug, showin' love to the realest
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| And don’t play like we ain’t came from the trenches, nigga
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| And they know we came from the trenches, nigga
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| Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em
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| One call to the city, be a whole lot of killin'
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| Fella, murder on my mind all the time
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| If you ain’t slidin', bitch, don’t even hit my line
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| How you slime?
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| Nigga, who you body for that title?
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| Cut off half the body on the rifle
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| That’s a mini, shoot plenty
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| Let it run its course until it’s empty
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| This fetti seem to fertilize the envy
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| My hoodie a lil' dingy
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| I been in the trenches, don’t you hear me?
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| Fuck I look like working at a Dennys?
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| Stones in the homie kidney
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| Told him fall back on the sippin'
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| Who gon' take care your daughter and siblings? |
| But he ain’t listening
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| Nah, niggas fighting demons, no, for real
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| I believe in God, blood, but we gon' go to Hell
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| This how you live when you winning, nigga
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| This how you live when you winning, nigga
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| Everything bad from the cars to the bitch
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| They fuckin' with a thug, showin' love to the realest
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| And don’t play like we ain’t came from the trenches, nigga
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| And they know we came from the trenches, nigga
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| Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em
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| One call to the city, be a whole lot of killin'
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| I been waiting for the summer, I been grindin' all winter
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| I can’t pull up to your show if a chopper ain’t in the Sprinter
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| A thirty piece around my neck and it got diamonds all in 'em
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| Put a twenty on your head and you’ll be gone before dinner
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| Deposit for the center, break 'em off for the rental
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| Ask my teacher what it was, she said, «Reading is fundamental»
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| I know I don’t fit in, ain’t no love for the sinners
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| You supposed to spin a bend on a nigga who killed your nigga
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| That’s off the dribble
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| We gon' bleach yours residentials where they knock a nickel
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| When them crackers get to knockin', keep it confidential
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| Dope fiend 'nem told me that they got potential
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| Nigga threw it all away and started poppin' thizzles
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| This Skydweller fucking off your presidential
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| Advise you not to go against us in the given smoke
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| Hit his nose, through his eyebrows, hit his throat
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| Hit his nose, through his eyebrows, hit his throat
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| This how you live when you winning, nigga
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| This how you live when you winning, nigga
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| Everything bad from the cars to the bitch
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| They fuckin' with a thug, showin' love to the realest
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| And don’t play like we ain’t came from the trenches, nigga
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| And they know we came from the trenches, nigga
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| Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em
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| One call to the city, be a whole lot of killin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Winning , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Internal Affairs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп