| About this scratch, I blast, pass the mask, we mash
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| Careenin' though these back streets, gats gleam in my lap
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| A shame it came to this, aimin' cause them niggas don’t listen
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| The sweat is glistenin', I grimace, 'bout to service these sentences
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| On the trigger, I know them niggas, soon as we start
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| And get the clip to spittin', counterfeits’ll shit in they drawers
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| Don’t really want none, but somethin' got them niggas mistaken
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| Thinkin' that music make 'em safe, I cross 'em out with a K
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| Now renegades, disperse, attitudes get worse
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| You’ll see these niggas on the news if I burst and get 'em first
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| Servin' all these nut swallowin' followers in they mouth
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| Spittin' clips in they Impalas, Inshallah and we out
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| What we about, is justice and freedom, fuck the rest
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| Black women more than asses and breast
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| I test any nigga disagreein', pee on wannaGs, remember me?
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| P-Dog, motherfucka I’m raw, follow my lead
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| Now fuck 'em if they famous, we ventilate they craniums
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| Entertainers know they places, if they fake then we aimin
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| I pray and blaze, comin' fully raised, obey
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| I’m on that Che, make these niggas behave, now what you sayin'?
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| You Know My Name (P-Dog)
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| Motherfucka we raw, who claimin' Mob Boss without no balls, them niggas soft
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| You Know My Name (P-Dog)
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| I’m blitzin' niggas with hits, they counterfeits but they still talk shit
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| without a clip
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| You Know My Name (P-Dog)
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| We see them bustas and rush 'em with no discussion, let the battle cry sound,
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| we puts it down
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| You Know My Name (P-Dog)
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| Ain’t nothin' funny at all, I’d rather blast, put these niggas in casts,
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| fuck all ay’all
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| Since we servin' I’m puttin' brothers on alert
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| Put the first nigga trippin' in dirt, don’t leave 'em hurt
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| Way too heinous, we show 'em our demeanor is meanest
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| Who wanna see us when I pop? |
| The soldier shit don’t stop, fuck any cop
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| You know how we do, so glad to meet you
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| If you haven’t heard, I’m raisin' the curb, hopin' you see through
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| These plastic-ass Nittis, Corleones and Locs
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| Leave these niggas lookin' shitty, Noriegas is jokes
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| Now call your folks, and let 'em know
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| Paris wreckin' any nigga imitatin' these crackas upon they records
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| See me check 'em, these bitches rather switch then fight
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| While niggas civil rights dwindle Kristal is what they into
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| But I refrain, they petty as change, complain
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| Niggas playahatin' but ain’t knowin' the game
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| I shame cowards like a scarlet letter, I’m much better
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| Leave these niggas chasin' chedda impaired, I think they scared
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| Step into my lair, careers crushed, while my 2-strike niggas test nuts
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| I’m thumbin' through my Murderdog, niggas all look like clones
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| Same clothes, same fake-ass pose, you know my motherfuckin' name
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| (P-Dog)
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| Motherfucka we raw, who claimin' Mob Boss without no balls, them niggas soft
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| You Know My Name (P-Dog)
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| I’m blitzin' niggas with hits, they counterfeits but they still talk shit
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| without a clip
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| You Know My Name (P-Dog)
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| We see them bustas and rush 'em with no discussion, let the battle cry sound,
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| we puts it down
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| You Know My Name (P-Dog)
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| Ain’t nothin' funny at all, I’d rather blast, put these niggas in casts,
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| fuck all ay’all
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| It’s plain to see, you can’t change me, cause I’mma be a soldier for life (4x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Know My Name , by - Paris. Song from the album Sonic Jihad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп