| A drug deal gone bad, dead drug dealers, dead D.T.'s
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| A duffel bag of yayo, at least seven keys
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| Pool party, shoot-out veteran, call me Jim Shooter
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| Horse Cock, Lefty Two Guns with twin Rugers
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| Grand Theft Auto, sawed-off shotty party
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| Canarsie artie, rep the hood,
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| The rap John Tardy with nines on me
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| Tell me who you be or you be gone
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| We squeeze chromes, stop you in your tracks
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| Fuck up your life like teen moms
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| One Hour Photo, creep out like Mork From Ork
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| Use the HK to speak when I talk the talk
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| Walk quietly and pop with the MP-7
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| Put it to your melon, pop off and empty seven
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| Split you in half like when my mom and dad was divorced
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| Me and my peoples be the real life gangs of New York
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| I’m so sick with it, I spit it like cannibal corpse
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| We be causing a moshpit like Cro-Mags at L’Amours
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| So who you think this is? |
| Ill Bill, ride and I’m gone
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| Horrifying like a Time Square suicide bomb
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| Beyond and beyond, we let the drama start
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| Terrorize you like freedom fighters
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| Exploding on the streets of Islamabad
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| Unapproachable, unfriendly, untouchable
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| Bullet-proof, torture you to death, punish you
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| Connect heart, react like Colombian death squad
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| Funded by CIA drug money, possessed by
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| Legend has it that before I war I worship Satan
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| Drink human blood and have orgies amongst Masons
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| Amongst the faces of presidents that crush nations
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| Stuff a nun, sacred slut, draped in lust and hatred
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| I put the biscuit in your mouth, spit it like System Of A Down
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| Get your weight up, I’m throwing pistols at the crowd
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| Now a powerbroker
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| Non fiction, the future is now over
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| Prisoners of war tortured by proud soldiers
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| Tell horror stories, Medal of Honour for war ceremonies
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| Transport drugs like heavy metal roadies
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| While they transmit their bullshit through television cameras
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| Super powers throwing their gang signs like gang bangers
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| Fuck CNN, fuck Meet the Press, fuck Al Jazeera
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| Fuck all of y’all, I won’t be brainwashed by the media
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| Speak it how I live it, powerful lyrics
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| Leave an entire crowd in hysterics
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| Popping the four pound when you hear it
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| I been the worst thing since the CIA trained Bin Laden
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| The kids ride when I pop off, Crooklyn to Compton
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| I be the crypt keeper, the Grim Reaper, I spit ether
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| Guaranteed fatalities, leaving your wig leaking
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| When I die I pray to God that I arrive in Heaven
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| At least an hour before the Devil know that I’m dead
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| It’s gonna take more than a single bullet hole to my head
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| You’re gonna have to nuke the whole Brooklyn borough instead
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| I trust nobody, question everything, I’m the king
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| Turn the weak into wolves and the wolves into sheep
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| Teach you how to kill police then dispose of the heat
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| My foes throw themselves off of buildings in the throes of defeat
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| I’m like the Moses of this whole shit
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| I got bitches that sell blow, blow dick, and suck their own tits
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| Choking on weed smoke, we squeeze toast
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| My enemies scream, «No, please don’t!»
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| Get your whole team soaked
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| We coked out like Chris Farley the day he died
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| Survive and your life don’t mean shit if you ain’t even really alive
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| I walk off backwards with my nines in your faces
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| While you watch me brainwash your entire generation |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Legend Has It, artist - Necro. Album song What's Wrong?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп