| Once again
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| Another fat nigga fried
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| Do a drive-by if you wanna fuck with mine
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| Cause we swallowed inside
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| My feet stuck to the ground
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| And ain’t shit that move me
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| Dog, I’m heavy bound
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| And I done seen niggas get touched by the pair
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| Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground
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| I blow my shit cause I can back it up
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| Fuck poppin the trunk
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| Let’s throw some hands up
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| Now how many real niggas gonna stand up?
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| I thought so, niggas better shut up
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| I’m five-six, hearts bigger than me
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| But I’ll fuck you up so destructively
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| Thoughtfully, my mack ten pop for me
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| Got my Glocks with me, come ride my block with me
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| Intoxively, I bought that hennesee
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| Come ride with me or homicide with me
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| Outlawz nigga
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| Shit a nigga still breathin hard from the last song
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| Cause out here it’s either mash or get mashed on
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| Rest In Peace to all those who done passed away (R-I-P)
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| Cause with the beat that’s in the streets life don’t last long
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| All in between you need to eat, you need some wheat
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| You needs to heat, the beat, cause you’s a condon savage street to shit
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| You got to mash to sleep a week or snooze
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| Stay on my feet, I’m tryin to keep em in some shoes
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| Stay outta jail, this nigga fucks hard and twos again
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| Let’s get this money like we ain’t never got it again
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| Let’s keep shootin em like we ain’t never shot it again
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| You got your life but you promised to die
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| Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside
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| Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside (come on)
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| Life’s short young nigga, get your mash on
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| Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on
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| If you see death around the corner, get your blast on
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| You gonna die anyway, life don’t last long
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| We still feelin pain from the last song
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| Shit, we still feelin rain from the last storm
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| Homie either mash or get mashed on
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| Little nigga either blast or get blast on
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| I see how you got to play it now
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| You got to lay it down
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| And clown for your crown, have respect now
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| That’s a test just to see if you gonna bring it to em
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| Then come a whole lot of please when you bring it to em
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| We keep it movin, motivation is the money
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| Ability to feed niggas hungry is so lovely
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| But that ain’t it, we got some soldiers locked down
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| It’s been perfect for what we doin when they drop down
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| It’s hot now and we right up in the thick of it
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| Picture this, all of us, eatin chips
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| Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash
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| How do we outlast? |
| Always keep cash
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| Sittin on the scene, with the nine
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| Never would of thought, I’d be gettin mine
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| Bossilini, straight murder dog
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| Plotted my magazine, master cream
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| Discenegrate niggas who blast me
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| He didn’t know I was trapped
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| He didn’t know I was ready
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| Plug a hole in his chest
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| And check out with the niggas vetti
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| Do a dirty shit, smokin bomb on the dock
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| Cut your ass up in pieces, throw your meat to the sharks
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| I got that, hold up
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| Got a Glock and I be puttin niggas in comas
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| You’s a mother fuckin fool
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| Cause you dyin for runnin up on me
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| You want beef bitch nigga, see me face to face
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| After the case, my niggas travel state to state
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| I’m on a mash with case, so I can’t procrastinate
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| There’s so many lives in state, lord I’m always gonna take
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| My fate keep guessin, Smith and Wesson Stressin
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| The lesser the charge, the shorter the yard, I’m dodgin bullets
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| Rest In Peace to those who couldn’t, I’m not gonna run
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| Keep on mashin and keep on blastin
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| I’m lastin my time here
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| Nigga I’m a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here
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| You wanna smoke, I’m a note to keep my mind clear
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| And every nigga that I know mash with no fear
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| Come on
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| A yo, I takes no, no slope, that slope
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| Livin with no breath
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| Who wanna go next?
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| No stretch when it’s time to sprint
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| Time limited
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| They want my life but I ain’t givin it
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| Outlaw, Low-Lives, taking your life
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| We blow mics and I’m breakin in with soap dice
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| I’m baitin now the nigga you hate now
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| Full steam ahead, my beam is red
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| Niggas wanna fight dirty
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| I’m clean as them
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| Stay hurtin in the part
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| You wanna bleed instead?
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| I’m Mister Shorty to the K, the K, f-fantastic
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| And I’m out here mashin like a nation-wide assassin
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| I’m kickin ass and takin names later
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| Better yet, call me Shorty, the motivator dominator
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| Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer
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| Low-Life nigga, I’m twenty-one and gettin bigger
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| Roll with niggas, mine’s as big as nine figures
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| Yeah, them low life niggas, them five-five niggas, nigga
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| You’ll get high, roll by, once in a while
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| I see ya lovin my style
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| You know I can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
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| Divide, lay low until the ride be out
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| The four-five on the ground, forty and out
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| To fourteen days hard time, Low Lives! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smash, artist - Outlawz. Album song Classic Collabz, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп