| Aight, here we go
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| Oh yeah… triple sixin
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| Mr. Lil' One, GPA
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| And that mothafucka Shadow
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| Comin through my return
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| Mothafuckas fin to burn
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| It’s the Little
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| I came to bring the pain in the rain
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| Exclude me from any peace talks
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| Watch the gun shot
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| Comin through your block
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| Mothafuck you and the cops
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| Still I feel the urge to emerge for the kill
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| Spit up in your face, roll you down a big hill
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| No one will rescue the streets wanna test you
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| Put you on the spot for that bull shit you talked
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| Plus my nigga Whisper went up in your house
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| And then you ate cheese like a little bitch mouse
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| And then I seen you fly, deep into the night
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| I wanna be like Lil One, so mothafuck might
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| I came to put it down, wipe the tears from the ground
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| Don’t even got an attitude but claimin to be rude
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| Finally I send those claimin to be foes
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| To that other level, you can’t fuck with the devil
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| I got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken
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| All up in your boots cause their fakin
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| Listen to the shit that we be makin
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| Evil like that mothafucka Satin
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| Got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken
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| All up in your boots cause their fakin
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| Listen to the shit that we be makin
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| Evil like that mothafucka Satin
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| It’s the shadow of your death here to take your last breath
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| Now you’re hopeless, I’m hittin mothafuckas with my lokness
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| Hokus pokus, I’m deadly like a stroke is
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| Mentally abuse all them fools when I flow this
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| Nemesis, makin none of this cause you’re envious
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| The Mistah makin mothafuckas pray like a minister
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| I’ll blitz ya, never hesitating when I’m rushin
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| I’ll leave ya seein stars like the flag of the Russians
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| Concussion, ain’t no gettin up full of blood clots
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| I must turn my soul competition into dust
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| A trust no mothafucka but myself fuck tomorrow
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| If your ass only knew all the days I let you borrow
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| The sorrow that I cause makes your life forever paused
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| I knew it from the git cause I read in the cards
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| And now you hear me laugh
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| Like the witch that did the craft
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| Rap Devils on the loose leavin fools up in the past
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| With no hesitation puttin these holes up in your dome
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| It’s the return of GPA and I’m always packin a microphone
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| Just like a gavel when I be bangin up in these streets
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| You better not get caught slippin
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| Like a rhyme your ass will meet defeat
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| Hey Little, who the next to second guess our flows
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| I hope it ain’t your crew, I’m leavin a bomb at your front door
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| Along with a note some wires a clock and dynamite
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| 30 seconds to ignite I’m seein flash backs of your life
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| Fool, I’m lettin it be known I’m takin every thing personal
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| In the streets you play for keeps, I’m ready to give your ass a funeral
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| I’m used to kickin my style I maybe the sharpest on top of the pile
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| You asked me to flip some shit I’m entering in and I defile
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| Any thing you have in mind, I’m kickin my rhyme
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| Just keepin my time, look and you’ll find
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| And you’ll decide whether or not the truth’s inside
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| You heard it come from me, should be no other way
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| Fuck the Aztec Tribe and Mad Man all mothafuckin day |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shakin' In You Boots , by - Mr. Lil One. Song from the album The Sickest Hitz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп