| Yo, let the slugs fly, thug status, still camera shy
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| Elevate to get money and still scramble lah
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| Get drunk, start wildin', old young niggas with talent
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| Gold on me and my ho’s look violent
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| Live bitches, five sixes, flick it up, flyin' pictures
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| More flips now, niggas is dipped different
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| Renegades, Escalades, all fly ladies in shades
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| Get the best of me, bless me on stage
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| Drop your jerseys all year round, I’m here now
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| Merlot in a glass, smoke a hundred bad, pop you with a pair of pounds
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| Toss money, no laws, pop you with a pair of pounds
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| Sauce money, no loss, pop you with a pair of pounds
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| Own towns, niggas is grown now, we got it sown now
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| Jumpin' out the whip, gunnin' a four now
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| Yo, extra careful, when we home, now
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| It’s like a ghost town, the Narc’s got the shit sowed down, come on
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| Spit it for my niggas that’s locked up
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| Six hundred Benz, kid, rocked up
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| Up in the club, close the bar when we popped up
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| Got a forty cal' thirty shot Glock up
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| And I’m warning ya’ll shit about to pop off
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| Shorties in the club, take ya tops off
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| Yo, it’s an art to rhyming
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| Ya’ll niggas can crush a stone, try crushin' a Diamond
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| Yo, it' the great adventures of Lex, checks on me Air Force vet’s
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| Yo, supply the whole hood with the wet
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| I love money, pa, spend that kid, yeah, it’s the 600 Benz cat
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| Rimmed up, bout to bring the brims back
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| Terri cloth, Rudolph joints, valor pockets, Mr. G-Off
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| D or Cavalier robes, we see ya’ll
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| Cash that’ll put 'em order, you little fishes
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| Ain’t big enough for Icewater, paralyze the right corner
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| Staten Island assailant, call Malinari now
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| Hand him that, we about to take sons cabinet
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| Chef got it genuine style, pink verizen with the great logic
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| Hands is like the Ali project
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| Wolves of Shaolin, we look good hooded up
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| One tough challenge, rough 'em up, bring out his raw talents
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| Money maker, send them to us
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| Remember the symbol, the Gods got the paper, now you with us, let’s go
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| Aiyo, speak up, we up, villains in the beat truck
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| Unique luck, leafed up, playin' in the suite, feet up
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| Come here, boo, just feel it, locked down, niggas can hear it
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| Blazin' in PJ’s, it’s time, let the ill reveal it, yo
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| Wall to wall jump off’s, fly shorty, live sneakers and speakers
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| Makin' sure the vibe ain’t corny, yo
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| Scarface kids, kings only
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| Jail heads know me, Chef got it locked, my block
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| We got more to rag you with, black, come through, kid
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| Park Hill Projects, send him through, mashin' it, step
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| No Hollywood, yeah dear, more paper, more acres
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| To sell on, we all got it fresh, from raw tapes
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| The kid that traveled the world
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| All this came from the lobby, I took it to Japan from curbs
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| Yo, swindlers transformin' to ninjas, injure anything
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| Remember all my mans, is when we spendin', we the.
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| Ha ha, ha ha, yeah
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| Word up, yeah, we back
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| It’s on, word up… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Spender , by - Raekwon. Song from the album The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп