| Yo grip, you got your eyes fixed on me like as if a bitch
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| Caught me in a glitch reachin at cases no beef just fish
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| Straight pitch, what the fuck is the problem? |
| You and your man
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| Yo move back, y’all rap niggas take this shit too far
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| I’m like an ox, brother my box-cutter leavin a scar
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| All my peoples are connected
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| That shit y’all spit on records is infected and dead
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| You’ll get injected with lead
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| Ain’t no need for me to sweat no man, my crew makes stacks
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| You just be black and ass nigga plus your records is whack
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| You’ll get fucked up (I'll get fucked up? Nah I don’t think so money.)
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| + (Pharoahe)
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| Violatin my 360, his niggas started revolvin
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| That problem needed quick solvin so we started to brawlin
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| (Combinations of haymakers deleted all of the stallin)
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| Callin for nobody, determined just to keep these niggas fallin
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| (To the big man’s ribs) after a left to his jibs
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| Him and his man transform into these six rowdy-ass kids
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| I never went since Prince struck first, bitches dispersed towards the corner
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| Too many enemies for me to overpower
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| I wanna at, least take one nigga down with me
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| If I have to go out, I’m goin scrappin no doubt
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| First nigga up to bat gets bent (bent) pinned (pinned)
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| Immediately, up against the wall (ha) him (him)
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| Wig pushed back, thumb to windpipe
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| Reacts numb his whole face contorts when eyeballs contract
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| + (Pharoahe Monch)
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| When shit comes down to it, no hesitation
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| Actions speaks louder than words in all situations
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| Do what we gotta do, set it off, let it loose
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| Fuck it, we ready for confrontation
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| (When shit comes down to it, no hesitation)
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| (Actions speaks louder than words in all situations)
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| (Do what we gotta do, set it off, let it loose)
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| (Fuck it, self-preservation)
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| I can’t believe these whack rap niggas is swingin on me
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| The dark-skinnned kid caught me in the eye now I’mma bring it to G
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| I square him up while Chuck tries to trip him, fuck he’s too fast
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| Over the top, duck, champagne and the glass struck
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| Now Moet’s all over the floor and I’m slidin through it
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| Pharoahe I got your back, splittin him, exposin bodily fluid
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| From fraudulent foes, with points to prove, and no holds barred
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| Raw dog like out in the yard
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| + (Prince Poetry)
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| I’m peepin out how their security maneuvered and selected
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| In multiples of 3 random niggas end the beef to be ejected
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| Collected my thoughts, connected with members of medicine men
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| Who explained to me that DT’s got the block locked seized
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| They wouldn’t let us in
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| Sighed, slide to the midstream, plus swallow your pride
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| (This is the second time swine, one-time, had to spoil it)
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| Pull the lids on the commode and drop the Glocks inside the toilet
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| If we, move swiftly, we just might make it
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| If the opportunity arise to bounce, let’s take it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Confrontations , by - Organized Konfusion. Song from the album The Equinox, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп