| Two blunts, a Rolls Phantom
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| A bottle of Hennessy and a red bandanna nigga
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| Roll that shit up!
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| Casualties of war!
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| The epic of a general
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| True story of a life so critical
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| That we strive for, gauges good strong (?)
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| Even when you had to stand alone
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| Stand alone
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| We stand alone
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| We stand alone
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| Casualties of war!
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| Nickel plated nina, street dreamin'
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| Fuck Frank Lucas nigga, fuck receipt thinkin'
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| Gangstas dont snitch, we at the block and pitch
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| On that wrought iron fence, cops roll up, I ain’t seen shit
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| 501 Levis, smellin' like I just cooked a brick of crack
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| Nigga as a matter of fact I did
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| So let the feds come
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| It’s gonna be some homicide mixed with a lotta Redrum
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| Red rags and red beams and Red Karpet
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| Slum nigga, that hoodstar that feds target
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| Goon squad, nigga check up on our pedigree
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| I’ve been doing this, fuck is y’all tellin' me?
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| Not a damn thing, generals don’t take orders
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| You niggas snitches, walk around with 'ol tape recorders
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| I’m on that block, thick, Bentley and that cockpit
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| Official bloodline, you other niggas counterfit
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| Casualties of war!
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| The epic of a general
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| True story of a life so critical
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| That we strive for, gauges good strong (?)
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| Even when you had to stand alone
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| Stand alone
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| We stand alone
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| We stand alone
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| Casualties of war!
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| I never front, that’s for hoe niggas
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| Fuck with my trap, BAAT BAAT!
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| Like Proposition Joe nigga
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| Omar is dead, put that shit on The Wire
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| I got a shitload of crack, give a nigga some fire
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| I got a blunt and a drop top Phantom
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| And I’m feelin' like a kingpin in my hood
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| What’s good nigga?!
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| Gunmetal '09, look at the hood and go blind
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| I stay fuckin' niggas up, I should be on showtime
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| Call me the Manny Pacquiao
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| Me king, now bitch BAOW!
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| Every time I step on the block I count a few thou'
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| I’m a rebel, push the pedal in the fast lane
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| Rap shit is secondary nigga, keep on baggin' 'cain
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| I’m on one, 'bout to shut this muhfucka down
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| Cincinnati red fitted cap be my new crown
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| Jerz to Compton, that Black Wall takeover
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| Private jets all day, man fuck a layover
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| Casualties of war!
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| The epic of a general
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| True story of a life so critical
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| That we strive for, gauges good strong (?)
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| Even when you had to stand alone
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| Stand alone
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| We stand alone
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| We stand alone
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| Casualties of war!
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| Give me the block, I’m gon' grind
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| Crackheads, the whole nine
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| When I hop out, niggas lock doors and close blinds
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| That’s prolly why they get no shine
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| These rap niggas ain’t got no balls, I let 'em hold mine
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| My cojones be together like the Jonas
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| And I ride with eses like a twelve pack of Coronas nigga
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| One blood with one slug in the trey eight
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| Cock it back, put it on my temple with a straight face
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| Aim and pull the trigger, Game it don’t matter nigga
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| Jewish lawyers eat up the case for the right figure
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| Who be them block boys? |
| Heavy with them chrome toys
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| MACs in the Louis stacks, muzzles for the loud noise
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| I’m a shooting star, realest out thus far
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| Stay throwing shots back like an alkie at the bar
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| And for your information, I’m always paper chasin'
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| Lifestyle of Jerzey Devil, hands down breathtakin'
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| Casualties of war!
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| The epic of a general
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| True story of a life so critical
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| That we strive for, gauges good strong (?)
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| Even when you had to stand alone
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| Stand alone
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| We stand alone
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| We stand alone
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| Casualties of war! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Stand Alone, artist - Nu JerZey Devil. Album song Mr. Red Karpet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп