| This Lil One, puttin down
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| For this Underground City
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| Ha ha, 6 to the 1−9
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| Comin at you
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| Ha Ha
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| With the Viscious
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| Ha Ha, fools
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| I come across you the raw way
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| I kick my shit all day
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| I bust like a pistol, even though I listo
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| Bad memories, but now I’m makin G’s
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| I feel like a prince, everybody wants a glimps
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| Cause I came across, your thoughts double crossed you
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| Still I see your stressin the lesson that I taught you
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| One to be learned not the one you wanna burn
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| I’m knowin all the truths see me shootin from the roof
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| Pow, how you like me now, got so many styles
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| I let my mind travel and let my rhymes grow
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| Deep insto your zipcode even though my bloods' cold
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| Still I bring the heat, let the Lil One speak
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| Deep into your brain cells cause I know the game well
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| Ain’t no need to lie, when you die you got to hell
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| And never make it back, you gotta burn for your sins
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| No matter what the game, the grim reeper wins
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| Throw your palms in the wind in this world full of sin
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| Everybody get drunk while the Lil One bumps
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| Nothin but the funky sip the brass monkey
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| Time to get blitz while the Lil One spits
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| Now all the drama that I hear about
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| Fools yappin out they mouth
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| Best to be ready when I come in rock steady
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| Send you to a place where the drama’s in your face
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| Ain’t no time for me to waste
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| Ain’t no need to get a case
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| But I gotta warn you, best believe I bring it on you
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| Known like a Capone cause I’m sick up in the doom
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| A second’s all it takes me
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| I’m knownin how you fakes be
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| And that’s what motivates me
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| To maybe wanna brake thee
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| Like you love a foe, mothafuckas better know
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| It’s Lil One, puttin all that fear up in your soul
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| And never could it change, always gotta stay the same
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| Cause sick up in the brain will always remain by my name
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| Lil One be the nickname, listen while I spit game
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| All remain calm while I drop you the bomb
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| Ain’t nobody here that’ll fear me the lok
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| Man the words that I spoke mothafuckas now croak
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| I heard it through the grape vine, you wanna take mine
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| Well that’s funny, I put that on my beer money
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| You can fuck wit these criminal phrases
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| Blows to your faces, high speed chases
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| Through the back streets, tears in the back seats
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| Down to the death is all I got left
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| We mobbed and we robbed
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| Thank God for my dawg and
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| Bitch mothafucka who the fuck you mad doggin
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| See you want me runnin when you spot me
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| Heard about the bids and you pigs never caught me
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| Misbehave get caught up in the grave and
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| Thoughts be so evil, mothafuck Wes Craven |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World Full of Sin, artist - Mr. Lil One. Album song The Best of Mr. Lil One, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп