| You didn’t think me and El was comin like this
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| Def Jux Motherfucker and we run this shit
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| Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin and shit
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| Oh you got a couple jokes now you funny bitch (HA HA)
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| Have you laughin all the way to the bank
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| On point make a cut like we holdin a shank
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| Got it all up on ya back like you walkin a plank
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| Try to do it like this bitch you know how to blame
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| Do it double time all up in yo face
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| Like piranhas when you drop fresh meat in the tank
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| Fell off of the game can’t keep ya rank
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| Mad cause you try to rob shit but you ain’t
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| Been around no bullshit where crews peel clips
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| Niggas that kill for fun
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| Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shit
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| Bullets still in ya gun
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| Koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes
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| Cuz you pissed ya pants
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| Saw me durango said you wanna tango
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| Now this is the dance
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| Where ya shoes at where ya crew at
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| Claim you do gats but you do rap
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| What you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burst
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| Push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first
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| Now you about to get rolled up hold up wait
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| Just an emcee that was tryin to make cake
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| Now you gotta gun all up in ya face
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| All of a sudden found god like runnin mase
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| Thought it be fun to spun on tape
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| Now you wish you would have stuck to drum n' bass
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| But you had to be hard on the blue ball
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| When you never gang banged a day in ya town
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| Try to be a man and run the streets and the jungle gym nigga stop playin
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| Around
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| Lay it down
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| (Chorus: repeat 3X)
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| This is the Dance!
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| You don’t wanna be late cuz I’m over on weight betta get ya shit straight
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| This is ya Chance!
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| You don’t have to be fake with a heart full of hate just try to say thanks
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| Murs fall up on the spot like what up bitch
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| Approached by this girl like shutup bitch
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| Than I grab the microphone and I cut up kids
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| Like a hot knife straight through a butter stick
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| Now I’m in the spotlight about to rock all night
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| Shot of tequila than a hot mamacita
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| We sex than we swallow what? |
| nine margaritas
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| Body on point so I follow the leader
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| Need more tequila so I swallow the liter
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| How can life feel sweeter (can't)
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| So I passed out rolled up do it again
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| Won’t neva roll up ya crew in the wind
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| High velocity high viscocity slippin right pass your animosity
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| Fans are constantly, askin me
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| Who said what and who has beef
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| My crew got stuck in we to musty
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| So try to weigh it out with the fruit laid out (stomp the bastard)
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| Thats just played out theres more to ya life than underground rap
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| What you waste all ya time and you wanna run it back
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| All on the message board runnin ya yap
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| At the end of the night only wanted to chat
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| Now you know that you got issues
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| That early in the morn you should look at some porn
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| And jack off right in the tissue
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| Than call it a night thats probley the life
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| Go to sleep with the girl that you callin ya wife
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| Wake up to the same shit different day
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| Everybody onto work and they on the way
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| Cause we all got bills and rent to pay
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| Lend to the earth wasn’t meant to stay
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| So before I’m gone I wanna make a hit song that’ll always get some play
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| Got the homey el producto workin in the cut so what you got to say
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| (El-P)
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| You wanna trace along the pattern of fair please rap
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| I wanna pattern how the drunk end mechanism I.D. |
| jury breath commence fresh
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| Test the match, metal on the chestplate tech
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| Better win a smile right, wanna frown like god right
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| With a highlight primal fright in a primal life of a double ox razor blade fade
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| like 88'
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| We hit advance from the whips and lazer face oh break two three
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| God to analog monkey not me rock hard and shit
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| The radio flyer kit, flyin with a boombox pack wit' clips
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| Faggots wanna ratta tat tatter this
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| And a PT cruiser he creed lucifer
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| Here comes the booster bruiser, betta get used to losin movement
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| They couldn’t move like el, ox, murs, lif the bazooka trooped in so useless
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| So useless tip that’ll have a little truth in it like (poof)
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| Deep space nine milli mechanism fist raise the roof again
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| Who stays on a move that says
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| Chick wanna shake ring hetero crawl thru the trenches
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| Revelation manifacture eat senses or the city
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| Or compositive battle turn logic pretty
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| All the hard edge tomorrow brings heads or home up in me come get me
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| I’m for this shitty dizzy spinning all this cuff and progress whose with me
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| Fabolous thunder bird word nerd unda that tom pill shit
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| Who heard kill quick
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| They been together since 96' they still ride ya dick
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| I refined ya style while wild ways from an error with an automan mix
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| Community watch groups and lace young kids
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| Niggas don’t skip me
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| I don’t answer to you george bush or the war time commitee
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| Dumber than a mongulary race movin shit
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| With a heart of hell scribblin bruisin shit
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| Every time you make a move in the industry start the new movement kid
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| I’m like lose it bitch
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| Check the steam on the E with an edge of a generation new ruthlesness
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| Who’s in charge, check into ya leader man stop the foolishness
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| Cop the new shit bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dance , by - Murs. Song from the album The End Of The Beginning, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп