| Yo…
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| Don’t make me flip on you
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| Actually you can’t make me do nothing
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| I might decide to I used to mush thugs
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| And now I push drugs
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| I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug
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| Used to show me his guns
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| Ain’t a cat that knows where ya son
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| Remember violence at only one
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| I used to watch my pops untreat a girl
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| And beef with the world
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| He had a bone to pick
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| That’s why my dome was sick
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| It rubbed off on me Because the apple don’t fall far from the tree g You cats keep your distance
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| Cause your scared I might flip in an instant
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| When I was filled with innocence
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| I was still committing sins
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| Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon
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| I shove a knife in your grin
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| I run with convicts who stick up kids
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| That’ll rob you for six bucks bitch
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| We flip right before you expect it Because we were neglected, as children now we’re hectic
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| We shot men and we rob gems
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| I seen cats that used to clock me, now I clock them
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| Got easier, back since 2 o’clock 10
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| In case, one in ya face is the only option
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| Necro with Ill Bill
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| Walk around life — murder, murder, kill, kill
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| Gun up in your grill
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| And you screaming chill, chill
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| Didn’t have? |
| your steer? |
| now you get your cap peeled
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| This is our life, our life
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| Necro with Ill Bill
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| Walk around life — murder, murder, kill, kill
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| Gun up in your grill
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| And you screaming chill, chill
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| Didn’t have? |
| your steer? |
| now you get your cap peeled
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| This is our life, our life
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| Aiyyo, I grew up in the motherfucking projects
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| My moms says if my pop left
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| We would have to get a sectionade apartment
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| The rest cheap, I see decepticons at least
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| Ten deep, run up on me flipping, wanna set beef
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| That was some faggot shit, me and my borough
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| For rent for do-lo
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| The only 2 white kids up in my projects that wasn’t homo
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| I fought every day, beefed with a hundred cats
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| Right before I started sold drugs and busting caps
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| Right before I bust my first nut, I love to rap
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| At 10 years old is when I first started to fuck with that
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| Everyone else in my PJ’s knew I was black
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| I kept it to myself, continued to defy my? |
| class?
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| I used to buy my mother a milk jug and spike that
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| You fight with me, I was the type of cat to fight back
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| I lace you with a broken nose, holding the ice pack
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| Wife black, Puerto Rican’s, we was poor, it was wack
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| My mom’s tried her best
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| I never graduated high school I learned to pump drugs and pack 9's instead
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| Became one of those violent heads
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| Have you on a respirator, even though the doctor know your mind is dead
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| Necro with Ill Bill
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| Walk around life — murder, murder, kill, kill
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| Gun up in your grill
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| And you screaming chill, chill
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| Didn’t have? |
| your steer? |
| now you get your cap peeled
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| This is our life, our life
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| Necro with Ill Bill
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| Walk around life — murder, murder, kill, kill
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| Gun up in your grill
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| And you screaming chill, chill
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| Didn’t have? |
| your steer? |
| now you get your cap peeled
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| This is our life, our life |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Our Life, artist - Necro. Album song Brutality Part 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп