| If hip-hop's dead and out
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| Black Milk just gave that bitch mouth to mouth
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| Brought it back to life out the hospital, ill
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| The industry owe me, got hospital bills
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| Or I’mma take it hostage in a fast minute
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| Hip-hop's like Hostel, those three killers
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| From the rhymes to the wait, I ain’t gon' say
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| Just spot a CD like Diddy’s and press play
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| Wanna play, I checkmate your chess game
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| Got a game that I aim at your chest frame
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| The only reason why we do this hip-hop shit, it’s easy
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| Got niggas in hip-hop sick, wheezing
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| Gasping for air, not breathing
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| Sean P, Milk, and Guilt, the playing fields not even
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| Call the Dream Team, call every, it don’t matter
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| Dawg, it’s a slaughter already, let’s go!
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| We on some monster shit
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| Something you got a problem with
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| You should call it quits
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| My niggas on some monster shit
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| Listen, niggas say you a fool Ruckus
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| Sniff coke and punch niggas through school buses
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| Fifth smoke, and crunch niggas who do dutches
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| Your bitch broke, she fuck niggas who do nothing
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| Fucking hand me the bottle
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| I’ll bust his head, niggas telling a la Sammy Gravano
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| Fuck glass, cut him down when you hand me the hollow
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| Kill him now, the wife, kid and the nanny tomorrow
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| Hustle grand like T. I
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| Allegedly, his team got a C. I
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| Got me backround checking my crew
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| Funny shit come up, I guess this next sket is for you
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| I am the pick of the litter
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| You are a bitch that gets hit and starts snitching on Twitter
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| Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum niggas
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| When you see P you better have your gun, nigga
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| We on some monster shit
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| Something you got a problem with
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| You should call it quits
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| My niggas on some monster shit
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| Ayo my food sits well but my gun’s bulimic
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| Watch what happens, I’m about to feed it
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| My cars in effect, dark claws in your neck
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| Walk tall with a tech, pall mall nigga sets
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| 'Til you talk with respect
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| Your wack CD I’m gonna pause and eject
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| I’m ready for war
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| Make the call out and collect the 'fetti and more
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| I got your arms in the freezer and your head in the drawer
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| Call me crazy, bonkers maybe, I’ll
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| Smack a dude up and stomp his lady
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| I’m beastly, I better have monster babies
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| With teeth already, to chomp on prey
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| Let’s work, I’m on call all day
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| I stopped hooping, but still ball all day
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| With your baby mama in the mall all day
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| And the catch is your broad’s gon' pay
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| We on some monster shit
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| Something you got a problem with
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| You should call it quits
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| My niggas on some monster shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monster Babies , by - Random Axe. Song from the album Random Axe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп