| Yeah… Yeah…Yeah!
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| I know we got you niggas thinking like
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| «A yo, what’s going on? |
| Sound like some end of the world shit.»
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| It’s not a fantasy. |
| Nope, it’s really going down. |
| Let’s do it
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| Who making hits like these?
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| Call up, nigga… nigga Sean P
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| Call up, nigga… nigga Guilty
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| 3−1-3 to the N-Y-C
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| Who making hits like these?
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| Call up, nigga… nigga Guilty
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| Call up, nigga… nigga Sean P
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| 3−1-3 to the N-Y-C
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| Yeah, I’m chemically imbalanced, you’re no challenge
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| I eat hot emcees like cold salads
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| I’m so valid, trust the word
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| Find me in the ghetto, puffin' herb
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| Murder City madman stacking bills
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| Walk past the snakes and dap the real
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| Talk to me foul, I’ll clap the steel
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| The type of dude you’ll have to kill
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| We keep hunting, and if I’m breathin' (What?)
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| We won’t stop 'til the odds get even
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| Revenge is a dish served cold
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| So I wear coats and stay in murk-mode
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| Break bread, the flow is worth gold
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| The silver lining is his skin is bronze
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| So I ain’t have much to give to moms
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| But a headache… naw I’m on it, she’s straight
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| Yo, you can’t mess with the bomb shit
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| Me, Guilty & Black is aggressive content
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| No love letter rhymes & raps about chicks
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| Just a whole lot of drugging and thugging, that’s it
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| You can call me one-dimensional
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| But ain’t too much talking when a slug get into you
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| And don’t ask the god stupid shit in the interview
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| I grab Hex' sket then i’ll wet up your inner tubes
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| Bike-rider, Lance Armstrong nigga
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| Running out of air fam, can’t stand long nigga
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| Sean Price: the worst rapper, the purse snatcher
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| Smack shit out of you and whoever’s the church pastor
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| My hand in the collection plate
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| Don’t you ever disrespect the Ape
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| Sean P!
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| We just getting started. |
| Tell 'em!
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| BK & double three one is trouble
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| These one’s trouble, each one’ll crumble
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| Whole crews that front on old crews to fumble
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| Guilt run a play, P run a huddle
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| They say whatever but they like to mumble
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| So watch what they say. |
| Results: Guns, the muzzle
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| Blood starts to bubble
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| Random, Random!
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| Had to double our pay, so cash them out
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| It’s 'no dough, no show' don’t even go ask them
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| So, Bro this probably be bigger than my last one
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| Who ahead in the race? |
| Passed them
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| Hear it, now smash them
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| This that headbanger, no aspirin nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Random Call , by - Random Axe. Song from the album Random Axe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп