| It’s those guys, man
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| It’s the fucking bankers, the politicians
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| They the ones, don’t wanna make coke illegal
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| So they can make the fucking money
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| And then they get the fucking votes
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| You fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys!
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| Trash… yes!
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| (And close the fucking door, man) Wu-Tang!
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| (Fucking idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef, bodododododododododododo…
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| (Stand… shit man, fuck these motherfuckers, come on, man)
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| Nigga what!
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| Cream vanquish, my queen keeps it’s stainless
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| Cracks and Brussels, screwing everything famous
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| Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus
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| Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers
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| That’s what’s up, some saw me in them bone rangers
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| Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up
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| Long as you owe me, you won’t get a damn thing, son
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| Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting
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| Stop, admire me, ya’ll should of fired me
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| Cause when I come back, it’s me and my diary
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| None of that bullshit, few men got tired of me
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| My niggas is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me
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| Explain the saga, fuck yo, your chain liver
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| Fuck the blinging, have my money by five, to me
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| Ya’ll 'pose to bring it, fuck you and your whole variety
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| I’m bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three
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| Jealous ass niggas can’t see they man prosper
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| They’d rather see me in a broke down fuckin' Mazda
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| Don’t disrespect me, son, you will get popped up
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| My resume’s off the hook, now, check mi casa
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| Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it
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| My bread is larger, nigga, you can never spoil it
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| Thought you was loyal, now a nigga can’t support you
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| Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded
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| What’s that smell? |
| Rat piss and possum pussy
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| Bitch don’t yell, I’m not impressed, don’t push me
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| I’m back with some haters, they wipe shit and blast pussies up
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| Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed
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| Yeah, I’m coming just to claim a title
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| Rap is boring, niggas need another idol
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| When I’m gone, just let off like forty rifles
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| Aiming at rappers, biting off the God’s bible
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| I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil
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| This is war, you can never escape, conio
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| Ya’ll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled
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| When it’s on, now we gon' see who’s loyal
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, yo, to get it from you
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| Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on
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| A few things mattered, you was just a corner don
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| That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song State of Grace, artist - Raekwon. Album song Heroin Only, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп