| Being’s that it’s gettin' ready to go
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| Yo, you know that sound? |
| Yeah, some bad from here
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| Yeah, this real right here, I’m back, boy
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| I’m back… that’s my word, it’s goin' down, man
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| Watch my voice man
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| Different from other cat’s voices, man, remember that, man
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| Different flows, man
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| Aiyo, lace these niggas with fire fire
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| You been away for a minute, heard your style got flyer
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| Yo, hold on, the sword got heavy, Universal caught on
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| Now its time to take over the melody
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| Plus stand firm, Staten Island kingpins
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| Ink pens go to work, and I got ninjas who speak French
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| My flow, God, build for sevens and fives, straight up big shits
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| Sprewell wheels, kids with bee hives, I’m old school
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| Got a old tool, plus rollin' with the old crew
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| Richer than The Jackson 5
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| I kill for money, rap ain’t nothing
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| I’m a real estate slave, chump, and I got some money in Vibe
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| Read the news, now, Chef coming for you, reviews gon' start poppin' up
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| You, crews start lockin' up
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| Yeah, think that I’m playin', I got
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| Two red assault rifles, ready for your wig, I’m sprayin' shit
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| Uh, uh, exclusive boy
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| Let’s do it to them, aiyo
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| Aiyo, flashin' in a robe from England
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| Heavyweight slap gannon king, and I do the raft thing, blaze niggas
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| Forty acres of land, eleven guns, Moore soft leathers
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| Why we keep rappin' in the slums?
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| Hibernate with big hammers, elephants hands
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| The Fila shits, support Ralley’s, robbin' in Sam’s
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| Tell the media we generation money
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| Both hands is clusty, but I rather be in Russia spendin' trust money
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| Feel the sleeves? |
| Thats ostrich
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| Mutiple v’s, my own company, with forty eight mobsters, yo
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| Rob niggas on the hurry, get busy, pull out them tranquilizer guns
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| Bye sleepy head, get jiggy
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| For all the regulator soldier, I demonstrate the lifestyle
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| Of gettin' knifed down, I might pop you over
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| Come up, try soldier
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| Civilize your whole life, fast, ya’ll ain’t fly, rover
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| Don’t test me, pa, you’re playin' with death
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| What you think they call the kid Chef for, I poison up vets
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| And I told you baby, it’s goin' down
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| Word up, you know how we give it to 'em
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| Word up, what’s the deal, though, nigga
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| Word up, one, aiyo
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| Aiyo, I said it, I meant it, I lived it
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| The legend rep, for all real niggas, on the set, don’t ever go against him
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| Live for the action, a warrior
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| Wu taught me that, though
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| Now I go for self, Van Glorium
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| I’ve been carryin' on cats, I’m like Hitler on diesel
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| Execute them Purple Tape thieves, yo
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| Ya’ll niggas ain’t nothin', I’ve been on
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| I told ya’ll what I wanna do
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| Watch me get the glow, when I get on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King Pinz , by - Raekwon. Song from the album The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп