| I follow you
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| All of you
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| Every single one of you
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| Shadow be the man with the plan
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| That’ll shadder you
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| Flatter you, with my style
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| Let me show you how
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| We do it down south
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| Yeah, we do it down south
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| Buildin clout is what it’s all about
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| You know the route
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| Triple 6 burn the cruisifix
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| Bringin heat to snitches
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| In ditches I throw em
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| These bitches I show em
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| I’m sicker then a virus
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| When I slide this bomb
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| And blow em, apart
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| The cause be showin futures and paths
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| And how many of my rivals
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| I’ma put inside the past
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| Outlast any mothafucka in a confrontation
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| You wanna meet your maker
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| Then you’re killer’s who you’re facin
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| Like Jason
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| I sock them sons of bitches through the night
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| Gotta do the krime right
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| So I’m turnin off the light
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| Surprise I’m no where to be found
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| Not a sound heard
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| All you feel is the blitz
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| Like you’re swiggin off the Thunderbird
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| Vision’s gettin blurry
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| And now you’re in a hurry
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| To make a get away
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| But your ass is gonna stay
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| Cause I say so
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| I let’s go, my trigger has not heart
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| And I’m standin in the dark |
| Bout to blow your ass apart
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| Fool
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| Who am I
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| The stalker of your life
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| You wanna fuck around
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| Then you have to pay the price
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| 6 feet deep in a mothafuckin hole
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| I’m takin on your soul
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| Now you got now where to go
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| I can feel the anger rushin in vein
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| And in my brain I’m hearin voices
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| Got no choices
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| I call my boys to bring the pain
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| Mary Jane got me trippin
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| Got me thinkin nothin but the worst
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| How I want these mothafuckas
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| Wrapped in plastic ridin in a hearse
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| But first you re-inverst me
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| What you owe you oughtta know
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| That nothin’s free
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| You’re payin me to seperate you from your soul
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| The Lord told me that I’m unforgiven to the death
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| So the sins that I be doin
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| Will guarentee your last breath
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| In the middle of the night
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| When you hear the dogs bark
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| You know I’m in your park
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| You can feel it in your heart
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| Start to pray say your hail mary’s
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| Try to call the father
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| But that won’t do a damn thing
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| I put that on my daughter
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| See I rode with them fools
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| That be kcikin up dust
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| Blad headed individuals
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| Turnin fools into a was |
| The cause of death is never revealed
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| Only you and I know what I do and what you feel
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| But still I never leave a trace
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| Evidence erased
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| Place the weapon in your hand
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| And makin suicide your case
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| But wait you see the star that’s on my chest
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| 5 pointed don’t disapoint me
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| Or I’ll put that ass to rest, punk
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| It’s a quater after 12
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| And I know the game well
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| Got to keep the clientel
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| So I sell the shit that smells
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| To hell I send you
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| And no once can defend you
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| The Lord can’t hear your prayers
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| So a demon’s what he sent you
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| Remember me the craziest
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| You know me by my allias
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| Those bitches that betray
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| Got the NEGATIVE BEHAVIOR
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| Your savior is diein
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| Mothafucka stop tryin
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| I’m standin right behind ya
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| So lay on the ground
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| And stay quiet
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| You’re cryin like a bitch
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| Beggin me to let you leave
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| Cause at home you got a wife
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| And a mothafuckin kid
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| I don’t forgive I don’t forget
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| I’ll never let you disrespect
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| And if you do I’m after you
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| Now there ain’t shit that you can do
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| Mothafucka I’m comin from down under
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| I’m makin fools wonder |
| Why I make em fall like thunder
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| Cause I’ma
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| Sick ass son of a witch
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| Grantin em death wishes
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| Bitches be blowin them death kisses
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| Quick to be dismissin
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| You ghost
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| And then I give a toast
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| I suppose
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| To the many dead thugs
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| Who lived their lives as kriminals
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| And then I give a grin
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| After doin all my sins
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| Second month of 99
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| Is when this hell on earth begins
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| Mothafucka |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stalker Of The Night , by - Mr ShadowSong from the album Till I Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп