| It’s Wildlife all day everyday
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| Check the resume
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| From NYC
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| Reppin the 5 burroughs
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| Check my style (?) (mister)
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| Won’t change my attitude
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| Wherever I touch down be homebase for Mush
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| Nigga
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| Every two years I pull out the lot with a brand new whip like what
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| Say somethin now, stupid
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| Think of violatin me?
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| (You gotta deal with my GD niggas)
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| Yeah, hop on the walkie
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| Notify my mans that it’s about to get so for real
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| Dog, your looks don’t kill
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| You wanna eat my food, my plate’s right here
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| (Eat it up, nigga)
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| Yeah, justify your means with the ends
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| But make sure I’m never comin back
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| How 'bout that
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| Mush
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| Must I show you properly how thee should die?
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| Huh?
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| Drastic measures
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| (Yo, that’s my pleasure)
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| My mindstate’s with whatever that’s fittin the mood
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| Here’s a warnin for y’all
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| Yeah
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| What’s that?
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| Huh?
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| What?
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| Calm yourself
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| Don’t get beside yourself
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| Who?
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| They not ready
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| Cut the nonsense
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| Dead that
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| Must I show you properly
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| Yeah, I said that
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| Wound you receive, I bled that
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| Like the seven and a half moon crescent I’m exact
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| Actual fact, right and exact
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| Dr. Know
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| Yeah
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| Mush
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| To floss or not to floss is the question
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| Hehe
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| By any means
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| Me and my mans gon' shine
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| Burn bright till the lights go dim
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| Aiyo, ask me again
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| Better yet, I’ma tell it just so ya understand, hops
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| Watch, plot
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| Get the larceny out your heart
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| Cause what you start I’ma finsih with a .44
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| Dispose of the shells in the sewer
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| As I maneouvre the 4.6 cross town
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| All black
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| (Wheels chrome)
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| Windows tinted
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| Shit look pretty in the night time
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| Baseball cap low, low profile move
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| (Fuck out the way) when I come through
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| Raise up
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| It’s my way or the highway
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| Slip somethin in your drink to make your pupils dilate
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| Here’s a warnin for y’all
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| Yeah
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| What’s that?
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| Huh?
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| What?
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| Calm yourself
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| Don’t get beside yourself
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| Who?
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| They not ready
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| Cut the nonsense
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| Dead that
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| Yo, your paper’s no match for mines
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| (Tally up mufuckas)
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| Whether corrupt or legal
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| My sinister mindstate be like Dr. No
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| How would you know
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| The IQ’s above the norm of the average thug, y’all
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| (I'm bigger than drugs, nigga)
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| I be quick to sacrifice my wife and kids
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| Like the devil himself
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| (Sosa)
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| No lie
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| O keep the learjet on standby
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| Stocked up with nuff licks and nuff lye
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| Damn if you do
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| (Come test Sir Fly, I)
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| Can’t even imagine that in my mind’s eye
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| 100% deep inside your area
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| Wherever I go I roll
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| Protected like the pope minus the hat and the cloth
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| (Don't)
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| Just leave it alone
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| Fuckin with us is suicide
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| (W)-i-(l)-d-life
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| We ride on
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| Here’s a warnin for y’all
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| Yeah
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| What’s that?
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| Huh?
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| What?
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| Calm yourself
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| Don’t get beside yourself
|
| Who?
|
| They not ready
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| Cut the nonsense
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| Dead that
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| Must I show you properly
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| Yeah, I said that
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| Wound you receive, I bled that
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| Like the seven and a half moon crescent I’m exact
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| Actual fact, right and exact
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| Dr. Know |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dr. Know, artist - O.C.. Album song Bon Appetit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп