| John, I’m standing on Highway 666
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| Running through bands like quartets
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| Shit broke
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| Stimulated by the slow track, think I need to go back
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| Will I consume too many ounces of the cognac
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| Who got your back dog, ain’t no need to lie
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| Falsify, the wink in your eye
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| I remember times when you cried to me
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| Put that on your life you never lied to me
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| Now I try to be just plain old me
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| Where the fuck you get nuts to put smuge on me
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| I’ma chop it up like wood, shed a little bit of light now
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| And I’ma tell you where you outta be right now
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| Motherfucker, riding on the campaign
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| Who got the champagne, fucking up my last name
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| I got a rendevouz with all of you
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| So I’ma follow you and slaughter you and tell you what you outta do
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| Get yourself a four five, put that it in your mouth
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| Pull the trigger motherfucker till you blackout
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| Highway 666
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| Is where we roam, is where we cripple motherfuckers in they dome
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| Highway 666
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| Is where we mob, is where we slaughter motherfuckers and they moms
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| Highway 666
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| Is where we hang, is where the evil motherfuckers come and bang
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| Highway 666
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| Is where we live, is where we curse motherfuckers and they kids
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| It’s your worst thought, your spot is now taken
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| I’m tripping off some bomb shit, now wait a second
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| Who’s stepping, tripping, yapping or disrespecting
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| All you loud mouth motherfuckers feel the murder weapon
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| Situation where the average man
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| Dies with his eyes open and a gun in his hand
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| Turn a man into a bitch, you will get hit
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| On Highway 666 with broken bottle and sticks
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| You kicked the bucket, me, Nights and Lil' say fuck it
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| Catch you in the shadows of your hood cuz we love it
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| SD thugging, Southern Cali madness
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| Valley of the damned where horrific shit happens
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| Subtracting fools from your block, trick believe me
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| You’ll be a headliner, missing like Chandra Levy
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| Looks can be decieving so don’t judge the cover
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| You just met the three Mistahs you motherfucker
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| I’m cursed by the spooky shit where blood likes to drip
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| Where fools like to pack blades with garlic on the tip
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| Pack a forty five, smoke fools for the fuck of it
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| Watch a motherfucker beg, shoot him in the fucking head
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| Why gives a shit, not me, watch em die
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| The sky be getting lit but this ain’t Fourth of July
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| Bitches that’ll yap take a nap with the sharks
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| Meet us at the park, it gets crazy after dark
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| I’ll crack your fucking dome, shut them eyes like a Jap
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| Snap your fucking spine, best to not fuck with mine
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| Highway triple-6 where your life’ll get stolen
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| Rush a motherfucker if you feel the nuts swollen
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| Come and take a chance where the devil likes to dance
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| Have you ever seen a man piss up in his pants
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| Cry like a baby, chances Slim just like Shady
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| The last thing you see my fist clutch a three eighty
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| Highway 666 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Highway 666 , by - Mr. Lil One. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп