| Risk it all 'fore I sit and watch you suffer
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| False accusation got them people on my bumper, yea
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| I read your work and couldn’t believe what I discovered
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| Cancer took her from me, hard to live without my mother
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| Ay, how it’s «fuck me» and I’m sposed to be your brother?
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| Still the uncle to your daughter, 'least my niecey know I love her
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| Gang culture, niggas dying over colors
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| That’s how the people see it, they look at us like we demons
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| Ferragamo slacks, button-up outta Neiman’s
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| I’m finna carry my dawg, I gotta bury my dawg
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| Heart-broken the day that I got the call
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| Don’t act like you slidin' now when you was never involved
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| The fonk was never resolved, still spunky
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| I could leave the hood for forever, they’ll still love me
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| I’m a child of it
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| Never divorced the trenches nor filed for it
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| He was just the driver but he the one that went down for it
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| They find a yeek in the foreign, who gon account for it?
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| He lost his bundle, I told him look in the couch for it
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| Count for me, every rubber band 10 bandicas
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| Canadians hit me, they want that candy girl in Canada
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| That’s long ways from mama being a manager at Micky D’s
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| Thumbing through this chicken nugget 50 piece
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| Somebody tell that nigga Ru I’m on this 50 East
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| I was high as shit and left the draky by his kitchen sink
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| Don’t let them trick you off the street, fuck what niggas think
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| Them 50 pointers ain’t big enough, need a different link
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| Ay why them bags ain’t movin' doggie, it’s been a week?
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| They won’t accept me nowhere else, it’s always been the P
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| I’m a child of Lena Usher and Miss Brenda P
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| Wit all the Mozzy chains together, mo' than 50 deep
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| Retaliation on my mom, won’t let a nigga sleep
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| A firm believer in karma, that’s why I keep a yeek
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| I just deleted all the leeches out my Rolodex
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| Uncle hit me feeling his necklace, he need a Rollie next
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| One of my dawgs lost his life playin' open chest
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| Men of color of kings, they never told us that
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| I know it’s facts
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| Lack of understanding is what hold us back
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| Mama say, «They throw stones at you, you better throw 'em back.»
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| Lil' overboard wit it cuz I did mo' den dat
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| I sent a sucka up to my brotha, I felt I owed him that
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| (?) millis was killas, but he ain’t want it back
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| I was one-handin' it, lotta artery damages
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| Ay my addiction malicious, it’s hard to manage it
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| That’s why I tell the youngins, «It's nothin' that you should tamper wit.»
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| Runnin' through this cannabis, thumbin' through all these bandages
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| Ham and cheese sandwiches, living with disadvantages
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| (?) state of mind in a bity that’s full of skandalous
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| Homicide on me, I’m scramblin', ain’t no panickin'
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| Ay never run from your problems nigga, go handle it
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| Ay speak of murder, them conversations are delicate
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| Ay shit be spooky when your closet full of skeletons
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| That’s word to Poochie: I’m platinum, I never tell 'em shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Any Second , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Blood Cuzzins, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп