| Like we filin' in the U. N
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| That’s because my word is bond
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| Two for timin', shout out, this one’s for money rhymes
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| Take to 'em hard boiled, charbroil a fraud
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| Holy ghost Peter Plymouth Rock landed on us
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| Isle native Kareem sky hook 'em, Dano raps book 'em
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| Hawaii five tries to come a lie jive
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| Euro express be offin' of your head to the rest
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| Box slap your teeth gold raps with a foot in a sewer cap
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| Sucka dance em, and hit 'em off like Noah
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| To a eyy thing, yo that’ll show and prove in my cash flow
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| Rippin' out long dough featurin' prophecy
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| Represent how I stay so, gimme my freedom
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| Yeah, you wanna join the UN you can’t beat 'em
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| You and Dino Brave haas, at all cost b’gosh
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| Punk feel when I blast one, dare to everyone
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| Be quick to shoot at the mouth some
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| Sparks a starter pistol, son get issues that supercedes my unborn (?)
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| It’s like no matter the weather, gettin' money, whatever
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| Never say never, niggas we got to get this cheddar
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| The crew is fresher, it’s the UN and nothin' lesser
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| Who wan test us? |
| Yo, no one can do it better
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| Feeling it, verbally killing it, UN affiliate
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| Crowd controllin' it, forever standin' my grounds I’m holding it
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| Kick for the hood, kick it for those in the strong
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| Kick it for my niggas still here and arrestin' the god (?)
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| Kickin' it while I dwell in the street, or while I be stressed
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| While I be gettin' dressed and just black in the middle of sex
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| While I be hittin' shorty off in the back, I just be usin'
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| The sound of the claps for one of my thunderous tracks
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| Rappers be buggin' thinkin' they hot, until I showed 'em
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| They nothin' but duns, you was never blowin' the spot, I don’t
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| Catch cold, the only thing I’m catchin' is wreck
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| And catchin' your girl at the bank while she cashin' a check (what)
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| Finessin' a track, and Pete Rock blessin' it black
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| The number one brother of soul it don’t get better than that
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| Very instrumental (uhh)
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| Not coincidental (uhh)
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| Blast through your speaker like a missle live official
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| Major league rhyme sayer blast through your curve of acres
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| Operator lay ya down blaze the sound fader
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| Cross paths calculated mad splash when they feel the wrath
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| Hundred yard dash John Carlos fast
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| Theoretically, livin' out a legacy
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| Chemistry form the UN, the bond is symphony
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| Five lights through a prism, shine light and spread wisdom
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| Dice games they rig 'em still tamperin' the system
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| Last I be the first, we inherit the earth
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| Four corners of the cypher now who bringin' the dirt
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| Yeah, ya, yo, I’m out there
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| Slingin' my rap kiddo, soon to get a black Benzo
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| With the intent to bliddo, you know my MO
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| With no ques-t-on, I demo, write a memo
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| Yo, let’s be on, SP ya’ll, espionage
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| Three is odd, European cars
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| In the dead sea with a large burn fuckin' with ours
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| What you receive is a foul verse that flood your heart
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| Marc, I eight and oh, when they enroll, flavor eight
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| Ways finagle a ho, Cake baker and blow away somethin'
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| Melodramatic, niggarole gigolo jingle bell
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| Ringer around your atoms, the rap mandingo
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| Yoke a mic up, slam it, vocalize two hundred coats
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| Frozen ice move like magic aerodynamic
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| Tool of the masses, manufacture some rap shit
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| Crack a barrel of half, put ten in this mac shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothin' Lesser , by - Pete Rock. Song from the album Petestrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп