| Y’all admire lames and liars that need to retire, mane
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| Perce is phat, when I burst your raps
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| Underground and commercial cats
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| Know where my turf is at: BX!
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| must not be knowin' I’m blowin' minds
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| Got me holdin' concealed weapons, fuckin' live
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| Brothers bust, leave mothers crushed and lovers blushed
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| Try to smother us, while others just shuck and jive
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| Get cash to spit without askin'
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| Chicks be passionately flashin' tits
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| Every ho in the place be knowin' the face
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| Blow at an uncontrollable place
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| When the show put my dough in the case
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| Vicinity trifeless, make thugs with identity crisis
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| Enter de ciphers and many men’ll be lifeless
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| Nothin' you roast ill, better hope real cats don’t recognize
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| You’re no-frills, talkin' money and dope deals and broke still
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| Like a thug in the street, muggers discreetly huggin' the freaks
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| Be lovin' the meat, the lyrical cat with the ruggeder beats
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| Tracks are raw, still cats ignore the fact I’m more
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| Better than the ones you askin' for on racks in stores
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| Give fat checks, this rap vet’s verbal gats let off
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| Rounds then clap sets, leavin' tracks wet
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| MCs are rote, he’s the most famous Eastern coast
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| Spittin' like I’m squeezin' toast and don’t leave the post
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| This here’s proper, don’t dare knock my hustle, man
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| If you just a damn sharecropper and near copper
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| The best of stars can’t mess with bars like the rest of y’all
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| They get left in tar like woolly mammoth brains in
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| Rhymes are dope, better cop now, my hip hop sound
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| Could get me locked down like I got found with lines of coke
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| Don’t spend hours to send power-ful lines to bring the place down and have your
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| men shower the skies like twin towers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hand That Leads You , by - Percee P. Song from the album Perseverance: The Madlib Remix, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп