| Yeah, that’s right, of course
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| Uh, uh
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| Yeah, ayo, uh-huh
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| Field Marshal P
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| Soldier you step inside my room solute (solute)
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| At attention, pay attention
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| When P say something it’s the truth
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| The Universe is my witness (uh-huh)
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| It’s all what these demon cops tried to do
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| It’s all our leaders that got hit
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| It’s all the shooting that hit our leaders too
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| Nigga I’m a vet, on the streets I’m a King
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| Push it to the maximum when I do my thang
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| My words will shock you, my songs will scare you
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| You fit to die real soon, let me prepare you
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| For that rectangle box, you deserve to die, you dirty lil fuck
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| You ungrateful, un-loyal, I’ll have my nigga Un take care of you
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| Or my nigga Fox, you just light work, real simple
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| I’ll pick up the pistol and hit up your temple
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| Demolish your rental, you cheap fuck, bury 'em in his cheap suit
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| Ashes to dust, you’re not a revolutionary, you’re a punk
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| You’re not a rebel soldier; |
| just leave it up to us
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| I’m a insurgent, I put work in, check my card, listen to my verses
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| Nigga I’m a pro, in the rap world I’m a god
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| I only hear the facts; |
| I’m death to your garbage
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| I only spit the rap, if the shit’s real
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| I only lie to the police on the real
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| New York Pricks and Dicks (NYPD) know the deal
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| They wanna do the kid like my nigga Sean Bell
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| Fuck that, it be a racist cop buried there
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| With the bagpipe music, I’ll burn another L
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| To amazing grace, what a perfect song
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| Was blind but now you see us, it’s not a game at all
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| Y’all some slimy snakes, bunch of reptile cops
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| The government and military all corrupt
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| I ain’t on that shade the world shit
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| I’m a share my experiences, been through hell and back
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| Now I’m right back in hell, dunn I’ll be right back
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| Yeah, but in the meanwhile…
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| Cops said a nigga tried to get you a charge
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| Get cameras, 'cause they might plan some shit in your car
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| But yet the god just talking the fact he got lips
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| They gave 'em 42 months; |
| he got bagged with that grip
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| Word is bond, I was just right there
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| I’ve seen the judge’s face, military mind
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| I preached to nigga «fuck jakes»
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| The Hip-Hop could suck my dick
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| Down right they trying to hate on us, destruct our clique
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| Big Joe was in the Garden the night of Sean Bell death
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| Had plans to kill a nigga the minute Sean Bell left
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| Trying to slant the victim’s characters for wrong judan
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| Niggas scared to hang around me like «what's wrong with Un? |
| «But fuck 'em, nigga down to take bullets when we were leaving
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| And we don’t get mad we get even
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| Before you violate my rights and start looking
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| Shit is candid in the car you’re searching, I got footage |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Field Marshal P, artist - Prodigy. Album song H.N.I.C Part 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп