| It be the Shadow standing right beside you
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| About to strike you, run but I’ma find you
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| Ain’t no place to hide motherfucker right behind you
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| Highly elevated off the canibus
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| Can you handle this attack from this fucking vandalist
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| Assassination on the nation
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| Universal warfare, global termination
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| Destination, to the top without stopping
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| It’s still San Diego, Southern Cali till I’m in a coffin
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| Amici Park’n to the death, fool remember me
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| It’s Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment family
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| Gravity always floating, gangster strolling
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| Pistol holding, dishonest bitches claiming that they know me
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| I’m only twenty with plenty to spend, now get the picture
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| I got a twenty three Glock with hollow shots that’ll get ya
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| A forty caliber causing major disaster
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| Never bring a snitch to my hood or I’ma blast them
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| Bring them to the shadows of pain, severe trauma
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| I’ma, trigger happy motherfucker cuz I wanna
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| I love drama, so fuck whatever you feel
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| I roll with twenty motherfuckers that are ready to kill
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| You guppy
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| A lot of motherfuckers pretent to be G’s
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| But they’re bitches and they got worldwide enemies
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| Real gangstas don’t brag, we stack chips
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| Make hits and pull licks, smoke sticks and fight pits
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| I declare war, put your white flags away
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| Bitch made hoes get abused everyday
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| 380 back up coming at you
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| Full moon shining, you know I’m gonna blast you
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| I’m creeping, seeking for a problem to cause
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| Always higher than the motherfucker breaking the law
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| Homey fuck what you’re going through
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| I bang with nothing but fools with penitentary backrounds and tattooes
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| I use higher amounts of marijuana everyday
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| Give me a bong and bottle, I love that bombay
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| Crime pays on this motherfucking planet
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| Scitsofrantic, quick to let you sons of bitches have it
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| I bring static like an army, you couldn’t harm me
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| You motherfuckers gotta kill me to disarm me
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| Watch me invade these sons of hoodrats with a snub nose
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| Dump on these assholes, violating them punk hoes
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| Skunk cloats fumigating rookies like roaches
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| Got Sombra posted up incase a rival approaches
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| I hold this title till my last day comes
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| And even after death I’ll take a breath through my son punk |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mistahs, artist - Mr. Lil One. Album song The Sickest Hitz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп