| It’s the advocate of gangstarism
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| I gotta give it to my fellons serving time in prison
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| Intermission with those oppossing my opponents die
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| Snatch a motherfucker for bluffing and they wonder why
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| Oh my, who am I? |
| The stalker of the night
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| Still crepping through them darkest of them streets
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| With my gangsters straight chiefing burning leaves
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| Of Hairy batches, like matches we leaving ashes
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| Mashing and we reacting with actions swinging like axes
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| Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky bushes
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| The only kind of mariguana that a baller smokes and pushes
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| Using T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication
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| I’m the reason why they call it medication
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| It’s the return of the One Man Batallion
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| Bitch slapping fools like a pimp in the alleywun
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| Me and my dawgs break laws, you feel the heat
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| Unique dont let me speak unless you wanna meet defeat
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| One, Two many motherfuckers wanna blast me
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| But when they see me they walk right pass me
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| Acting like a bunch of little tricks
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| But all I gotta say to my enemies is suck my dick
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| I got dank that’ll make a motherfucker think, I for living
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| I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the unforgiven
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| All My dawgs swigging but all I do is rest
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| So when you smoke with me and Diablo
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| Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned like a motherfucker cloud nine
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| Beep as I recline, getting high fuck one time
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| Mind elevated banging daily on these streets
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| Where my soldiers play for keeps
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| And the grim always rips, this shady sons of sluts
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| Wanna put me in a bag, but I got that .45Mag
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| Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, strap on my waist line
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| Fool you wanna test mine come meet a motherfucker
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| Feell the heat and see that I never waste time
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| Ain’t no next time, bitch I roll in the West
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| Shit is so fucken hected, my babies momma is wearing a vest
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| Test my skills and feel the pain, brain cell killing every day
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| Drug dealing to get payed so fuck you, were all the same
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| One, two many motherfuckers wanna burry me
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| They think there scaring me, we’ll they just daring me
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| To reach for my motherfucking weapon. |
| stop supressing
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| Rearranging the residential section, presidential everything
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| From San Diego To Japan, Beyond Entertainment
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| Be fucking up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from smoking
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| We are already motherfucker thinking that I"m joking, bullet poking
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| Straight blasting on the otherside
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| Fuck attempted murder I’ma go and for a homocide
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| Wicked, why do motherfuckers try to get sick
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| If they know that It don’t amount to shit
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| Chico let the people know we get lethal with weapons
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| Who accept to this evil lyrical Jefe
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| Sur O' Este, 6−1-9 is all I know
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| No more blunts guess were headed to the liquor store |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Hood to Your Block , by - Mr. Shadow. Song from the album Thirteen, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп