| Shifty, low down, gritty and grimy
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| Like Fredro, fuck it, I get the bread, though
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| I take the nine and buck it up at your head, though
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| I run your jewels, you do it because I said so
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| Ride around the hood with niggas that let the lead go
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| I will never rat told my lawyers, to tell the feds, so
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| Word to the bullpen sandwich, and the bed roll
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| Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll
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| Real nigga, nigga real
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| Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still
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| If they see you ain’t got a deal, take it from me
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| If they feel like you pussy, they be waiting for you
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| I ain’t pussy, go 'head and wait
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| You the dickhead, that the bullet gonna penetrate
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| Dead nigga, dumb nigga
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| Fucking with a killa, should of knew it’s red rum, nigga
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| I really drink Tiger Balm (you can Google that)
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| And I shot niggas too (you can Google that)
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| See I smoke big (you can Google that)
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| You heard I did a little bid (you can Google that)
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| Fuck niggas (you can Google that)
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| Nigga, fuck the other side (you can Google that)
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| Fuck niggas (you can Google that)
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| Nigga, fuck the other side (you can Google that)
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| Yeah, I’m from the era of the stick house
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| Where niggas used to cook bricks, at the chick house, after you re-up
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| Dominicans, Washington Heights, they had me up
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| Dimilo, weather so cold, it’s like three below
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| My kicks stay fresh like a brand new baby ass
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| I found a Chinese chick with a crazy ass
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| I call her Suckmioffa, all she did was suck me off
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| All she want was wonton soup and some butter sauce
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| Leather, she told me that she Google my name up
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| Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up
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| See I’m an accurate shooter through your medulla
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| You can get your ruler, bought a missile the size of Zab Judah
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| I smoke weed, no other shit
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| The widows getting high on some other shit
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| You can keep that, respect to you
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| Get out of line with the heater to your neck, to you
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| Yo, more money then Google, ya’ll niggas is doodoo
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| Throw the mac in your mouth and butt fuck your booboo
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| Yeah, pause little pussy, I’m the cable man, flow direct
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| Your hoe I wreck, horse brick stable, man
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| Black trunk, nigga, with fat pockets
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| Crooked like Jesse Jackson in the Black Watching
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| Broke nigga, with rich whores
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| Run up in the Hampton, sawed off, and get yours
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| Always rock the freshest, since AJ Lesters
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| Cooling off Orchid, buying shoes and vests
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| Gwop lieutenant, who in it, yo, we winning, now send it
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| I post in the ghost, the dumbest groupies is bidding
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| Pocket full, rock to rule, chef is unstoppable
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| Raised in the cage, ran with the cocky wolves
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| Lefrak, Yonkers to Staten walls, niggas take massive pulls
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| So now we blast and let bastards move |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Google That , by - N.O.R.E.. Song from the album DJ Green Lantern Presents - Crack on Steroids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп