| Yeah, the real is back cocksucker, this is 08
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| A lot of people show love, people sho' hate
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| A lot of niggas fall back but I won’t wait
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| This doe will be made, I motivate to those states
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| We build destroy only just to keep building
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| We kill the noise only just to reach millions
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| Time to step my game up, change myself
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| I neva point the finger I blame myself
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| I make this music for me, refuse to sleep
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| He who works hard, he usually eat
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| We two but we deep, we grew some more beat
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| We Q to the D, we glued to the streets
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| Who’s who when he speak? |
| That dude is a key
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| He who barks loud, he usually sweet
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| Maneuver the beat, paralyze the bassline
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| Dismantled kick snare and I neva take time
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| Laid on the line even if it takes mine
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| Laid on your mind even if it takes nine
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| Shots to your melon, Cerebellum on the Stateline
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| Spit 20/20 Primetime like its Dateline
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| Everything is real in this field we walking
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| We talking, we start this, no comp nigga
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| We lock shit down
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| And this shit gon' burn
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| All day you in the way, Paz it’s your turn
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| This is ignorance at its finest
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| I’m most high like Dalai Lamas
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| I cock back the four/fifth put you in pajamas
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| I don’t think that I even needed my fist to stop it
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| My word bond it’s similar to a Prince’s promise
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| I shoot 3 at you three times like Clinton Thomas
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| Fuck around wit Pazi and get you hit wit llamas
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| I ain’t even really trying to go war wit you
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| I’m just gon' let you know that I’mma let the four hit you
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| Put you in the Tabernacle let the Lord hit you
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| Send you to the blue Mosque let Allah get you
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| Break your jaw wipe the mothafucking floor wit you
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| Break your jaw wipe the mothafucking floor wit you
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| Brrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt…
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| Brrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt…
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| Brrrtt…
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| (Planetary talking)
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| That’s why they hate you nigga
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| Stop that, let’s do it
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| (Crypt)
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| Everything is real in this field we walking
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| We talking, we start this, no comp nigga
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| We lock shit down
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| And this shit gon' burn
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| (All day you in the way, Plan it’s your turn)
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| I drink wine out the holy Tabernacle, its shackles
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| Throwing that ludicrous shookeries, that Judas statue
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| Planetary get at you wit Warchild at the chapel
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| It’s rotten like Adam’s apple that infested the battle
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| I ejected poisonous outta my brain to tame
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| Evil thoughts that arose as we toast to fame
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| As we say a prayer for the fallen labels
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| As we eat the Last Supper off Angie’s table
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| Breaking bread wit the Army
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| Sound of the streets called me
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| Satan’s messenger tried to harm me
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| But he ain’t stronger then me, NOPE!
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| Mag I’m just like Moses
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| I call the rules of the game as I walk in the ocean
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| This is what we like to call poetry in motion
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| Catch us overseas wit the crowd wide open
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| It’s the New Testament Heaven sent so bow down
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| Kiss the ring of the Lord, man our time is now
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| Everything is real in this field we walking
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| We talking, we start this, no comp nigga
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| We lock shit down
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| And this shit gon' burn
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| All day you in the way, Mag it’s your time
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| The jig will cause a drip in your throat like you blew Hov
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| You only see the burners when they use like a new stove
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| I’m too old for new roads, too cold to warm up to new hoes
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| Do shows for two O’s and two buck
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| The two bucks will do something, too much
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| Move up, move out, you bruise up, shootout or shoot up
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| At odds wit my new luck, I’m nos when I’m souped up
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| In arms wit a toothbrush, if God couldn’t rule us
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| Then God doing too much, I’m one in a million
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| Meaning five thousand others is wanted for killing
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| Outta five billion I’m the one or the runner up
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| Twelve bars you almost on my dick like my gun is stuck |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killing Fields, artist - Outerspace. Album song The Essential Collabo Collection Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп