| South suicide Queens… all niggaz
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| gather up all your arms
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| and get ready for this new world order
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| shit is about to change-muther fucker
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| I’m America’s nightmare
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| young black and just dont give a fuck
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| I just want to get high and live it up so fuck in '95
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| and why you tryin to slave us with minimum wages
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| slammin my niggas up in cages
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| changing their behaivors
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| and spittin razors thats outraegeous
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| smoking moaches is hopeless
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| we want lazy sofas and sculptures
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| lady chauffers who fuck us full house and royal flushes
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| roll with the rush
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| its the official nas
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| got bitches with pistols and cash
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| we living in the last
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| my theory is fuck it sexy niggas get obducted
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| my corrupted
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| is conducted
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| through ghettos
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| sippin amaretto
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| hand on the metal
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| foot on the pedal
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| never settle
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| we wear Carolina Herrera
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| dirty Donna Karan sweaters
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| wrap over leathers and seudes
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| gold plated guns and grenades
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| to blow up I got news from the informers
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| I’m trapped in corners
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| bustin shots at Time-Warner
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| hey yo My man big Todd
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| he know how to get by he high
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| threw a jinx
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| then be fixed to be fly
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| submit crossing up and downtown action
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| and when he sticky keeper grip and move with traction
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| keep mad alibies
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| a plan to stay wise and wide eyed
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| living in the state of south side
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| crooked jakes
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| and fakes snake
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| niggas all out for papes
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| oh who wanna over take and leave you with drapes
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| the white sheet covers
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| this heat smuthers the street
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| eat brothers
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| ten shots rang
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| you got banged
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| we all ready for these wars
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| we all want more
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| these the last days get yours
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| 32 shots and certed the glocks
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| you heard it for blocks
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| the murdering guys
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| convertible drops
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| living life on the edge of dangerous
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| where you living
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| never giving a shit
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| cause we living in it cause it be off the hook
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| crooks crash
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| cheeba spots
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| and selling rocks
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| the cops around the clock
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| is hot
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| living life on the edge of dangerous
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| where you living
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| never giving a shit
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| cause we living in it Thinking about taking my own life
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| I might as well
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| 'cept they might not sell weed in hell
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| and thats where I’m going
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| cause the devil’s inside of me they make me rob from my own nationality
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| its kind of ignorant
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| but yo I gotta pay the rent
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| so yeah, I’ll stick a nigga most definite
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| cause its generate
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| if I get caught I’m innocent
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| cause I dont leave no sticky finga prints
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| for the cops
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| they only good if they dead
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| all that badge and that gun shit be going to they head
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| to make bread I gotta steal for sport
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| so I stole the show and sell some pennies for my thoughts
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| and if this fucking rap shit dont pay
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| I’ma start selling drugs around my way
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| killin my own people in the USG
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| shit they gonna get it from somebody
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| I’d rather it be me
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| besides… you cant tax dirty money
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| and you cant trust nobody (nobody)
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| no one (no one)
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| I’m the scorpion
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| and I’ll probably bite the bullet
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| cause I live by the gun
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| we came to hear these 25 to life niggas who just came out
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| and pull flame out
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| take aim
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| blow your brains out
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| its life on the edge of dangerous
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| where you living
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| never giving a shit
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| cause we living in it in South suicide Queens where niggaz act up nigga back up official nas-throw your fucking gats up its life on the edge of dangerous
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| where you living
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| never giving a shit
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| cause we living in it we never giving a shit
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| cause we living in it official nas mother fuckers dont give a shit
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| word up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Dayz , by - Onyx. Song from the album Best Of Onyx, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп