| They gonna make me go back to my old ways
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| Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay
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| 300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way
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| Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don’t Play
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| Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder
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| Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder
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| Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder
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| Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder
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| Extended clip one in the head, where the dope
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| She mask up, tied up, taped and some rope
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| Hit a lick but have a brown, some pills and some smoke
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| They gave this bitch a eighth of gas for some motherfucking throat
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| Kick yo door with the chopper, poppin' yeah you already know
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| Deal with the street niggas, word on the street you a hoe
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| Never got a burner on ya, niggas think that you slow
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| Bro I’m fucking with you, make your food man that’s for sure
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| Liars you know how the jungle go
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| They say get up out the street, where a nigga gonna go
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| Robberie, drug sales, that’s all a nigga know
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| Robbery or extortion, pussy nigga make your choice
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| They gonna make me go back to my old ways
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| Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay
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| 300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way
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| Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don’t Play
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| Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder
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| Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder
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| Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder
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| Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder
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| Heard this sucker a street over really getting it in
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| Information gotten from a OG in the pen
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| Say his daddy was a gangster, but not he not respected
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| Son had a shelter life, he was street neglected
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| On his daddy name plugs fucking with it
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| OG say his green light on that boy so go and get it
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| Choppas with them scope, we make no mistakes
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| Me and my dog lick that bag though like a birthday cake
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| Headed to the bedroom, nigga came out bustin'
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| My AK spit that dragon fire, let it start puffin'
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| Nigga screaming «stop shooting, what ya niggas want?»
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| I said where the motherfucking money bitch and all the dope
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| Nigga took me to his stash and we took all his shit
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| 25 p’s of Cali and a fucking quarter brick
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| Now that’s a true lick
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| I came up in the hood, I came up off the hood
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| My niggas is understood, ya feel me?
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| They gonna make me go back to my old ways
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| Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay
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| 300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way
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| Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don’t Play
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| Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder
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| Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder
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| Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder
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| Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Old Ways , by - Project Pat. Song from the album Pistol & A Scale, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп