| VERSE 1: NECRO:
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| You’re a government witness, no recovery for that sickness
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| Just discovery of your ligaments in shipments
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| To the District Attorney’s office of business
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| Crooked officers will off you when I insist
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| Argyle jewels at high profile mob trials
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| They won’t get me behind bob wires
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| My fam’s connected, blam your neck, kid
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| Leave you naked for the detectives
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| Fucked your wiz with the lamb protective
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| Everyone dead, the plan’s objective
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| Go to Miami and tan my erection
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| Organized crime
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| Get your organs organized in the morgue for droppin dimes
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| Made my bones, I put blades to domes for daps
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| Fumigate rats, carefully communicate on phones
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| Inconspicuous on the blistering strips
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| You grill me, I’ll kill you like Al Capone’s syphilis
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| A shiv in your ribs for being chivalrous
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| Jigged in your liver over frivolous trivial shit
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| The Necro social club, Kosher Nostra
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| With the snub-nosed toaster, Sosa, shoot up your local pub
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| Pistol whip ya mandible with the grip handle
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| Enter your skull through your skully for pulling a Sammy the Bull
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| I’m intangible
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| You’re a flammable flamboyant fag in the can
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| Your panties got pulled
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| BRIDGE:
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| Gangsta x2
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| We keep it gangsta
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| Giacana
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| Gangsta
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| Necrodamus
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| It’s the Godfathers of the gangster death rap/ We keep it gangsta
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| Criminal gang, pop them thangs
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| Nec and G Rap make your brains hang
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| Run up on you, pop your top hops
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| Llamas, choppers, fuck all coppers x2
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| VERSE 2: KOOL G RAP:
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| Thug impression player, iron press your blazer
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| Put him in press papers, EMS, press your chest to save ya
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| Fuck you tryina impress, get hooked to respirators
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| Cranium x-rayers, brainwave displayers
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| Leave your brain like Rain Man’s in the rain and lay ya
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| Fish knife fillet ya, you Fisher-Price, I’m Guy Fisher type
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| Fishermen rod to fish you later
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| G official as a fist-up Panther party
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| You get wheeled in a wheel chair, baby, pamper party
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| I slumber party your family
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| I’m part Hannibal breed, like animals deep in a dark safari
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| No Christopher Reeves get to breathe, you seed seller
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| I squeeze, fella, believe, bleed in a deep cellar
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| No sea sheller, them shells Felony B’s, fella
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| You see, fella? |
| no he fell in the weeds, fella
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| Not convinced, sell your bullshit to retailers
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| Way too frail, you trail me? |
| you see failure
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| Go view some trailers
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| You’re too used to fiction, it’s crucifixion, bitch I’ll nail ya
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| CHORUS:
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| Gangsta
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| We keep it gangsta
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| We’ll bitch smack ya with the gat
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| Gangsta
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| We keept it gangsta
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| Bitch smack, bitch smack you with the gat
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| Criminal gang, pop them thangs
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| Nec and G Rap make your brains hang
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| Run up on you, pop your top hops
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| Llamas, choppers, fuck all coppers x2 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta , by - Necro. Song from the album Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп