| Ready to rapcha
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| Hittin' my slap shift
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| Sippin on the fifth
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| Let’s burn another splif
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| Pussy rowling, ass end of the weed
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| Lick the barrel of my motherfuckin' Desert E’s
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| And they ain’t believe I’m on top of shit, straight rock ya shit
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| Ok fuck the props and shit
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| 'Cause when it all falls down
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| I’m shooting everybody around
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| You better get down
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| You better take cover
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| It’s Pastor Troy and I’mma kill a motherfucker
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| I just bought the Ferrari, fire red off the lot
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| Damn what kinda money y’all got?
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| And then I heard yo new cd it sound soft
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| Fuck witcha boy PT and Face Off (Face Off nigga)
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| Who want war? |
| (You ready?) Who want war? |
| (We ready)
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| Who want war? |
| (You ready?) Who want war? |
| (We ready)
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| Who want war? |
| (You ready?) Who want war? |
| (We ready)
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| Who want war? |
| (You ready?) Who want war? |
| (We ready)
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| Verse 2 nigga, yeah
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| Even when I sin cast the first stone
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| Cross the line and get motherfuckin' rolled on
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| (blow) It’s full blown, like motherfuckin' AIDS
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| Hand grenades
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| Mistakes you shouldn’t made
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| But you did as a kid, a gunslinga
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| Mom and pops knew I would be a gang banga
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| But I ain’t had to rock the red or rock the bluuue
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| I had a mil' before I hit twenty two
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| But look at you, you still workin' off fronts
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| You might as well sell blunts
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| Why don’t you go post up in magic city
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| Sell cigars, while I’m tippin' me some titties
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| Naw you can go to LA and be gents
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| You can be the one who parks my Benz
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| If that’s even what I’m driving
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| I got so many cars, don’t know what to ride in (again)
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| I gotta lesson that y’all need to learn
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| Smith and Wesson, this court is adjourned
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| A bad perm and a seven page rap sheet
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| I came up out the fuckin' suite, now let’s see
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| Fifty thousand, in the club wildin'
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| Everythang’s free on ya boy PT
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| Ya' see, some out here just have to wait
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| God already prepared yo' plate
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| When circumstance, sealed like your last chance
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| Pray to the Lord and help you advance
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| And you can, and you can, and you can
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| And you can, until he comes again
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| To win don’t always mean to come first
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| Don’t wanna be first ridin' in a hearse
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| I rather live life, chill with the wife
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| This is my sacrifice (sacrifice) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WWW? ( Who, Want, War), artist - Pastor Troy. Album song Face Off Pt II Chopped and Screwed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп