| Can’t let these crackers send me up the road
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| Send me up the road
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| I won’t lie, stay focused
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| Can’t let these crackers send me up the road
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| Send me up the road
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| Keep my clique small, all soul
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| Can’t let these crackers send me up the road
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| Send me up the road
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| They won’t gonna meet with anybody ain’t supposed to
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| And you ain’t sliding with the clique if I ain’t known you
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| I only fuck with certain niggas, only chosen few
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| And being friendly with a bitch, that I ain’t known to do
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| They see me cracking, turn home boy? |
| I guess they don’t
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| They seen some of the realest niggas turn from real to soft
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| Walk life, that’s the only way I’m known to walk
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| Bitch, I will rave black killers, so they are known to talk
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| And what most niggas do when I is closing in
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| See that shit a hundred times, nigga, turn on their friend
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| Got niggas telling lies, trying to shorten their biz
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| Fuck niggas in the County, in the State and the Feds
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| I tell these niggas all the time, you can’t finess a finesser
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| Always trying to keep my distance from a whole ass nigga
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| The way you loose focus, I’d hum end up in the system
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| Love money like you do, but bitch I also impress with it
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| Shit may seem complicated, but this shit real simple
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| These crackers owe some money, shit
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| They trying to hide a nigga
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| If they ain’t serving nigga before
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| Then they ain’t serving a nigga
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| Call my phone, talking stupid,
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| Call that note they been listening
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| Understand, we still the same from way back in the day
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| If you spread your self esteem, you wind up in the maze
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| Most people that you meet ain’t got some whole ass ways
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| If your as sin the game, you have to know how to play
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| Niggas ask me why I don’t smile,
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| 'Cause this shit ain’t no game
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| And why I’m always riding dolo,
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| 'Cause this shit ain’t the same
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| Too many niggas turn south
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| It’s too many the night
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| And if I ever let you do me
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| I’m the one I gon’blame
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| Impared ass niggas do everything
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| That they hear
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| That’s why I don’t stop and talk to niggas
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| I just speak and I deal
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| Stand on point, mandatory,
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| 'Cause tomorrow you’ll slip
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| Keep the niggas off your game
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| If everybody claim real,
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| 'Cause some real shit happens
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| Everybody hollar snake,
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| 'Till they get right on crackers
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| If I ever loose the road
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| It’s gon’be cause of me
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| Expect nothing off these niggas
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| So keep it real with me
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| That’s why |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up Da Road, artist - Plies. Album song Da Last Real Nigga Left, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп