| We got another one popping
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| Turn it up a notch and keep rocking
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| Turn it up a notch and keep knocking
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| The haters wanna look, then keep watching
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| (Ha Ha) Laugh at them, let them look
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| Cause they know they can’t stop us
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| (Know they, know they) Know they can’t top us
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| Keep dropping, niggas keep watching
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| This one is sinful sentiments
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| I keep a pump like adrenaline
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| The opposite of innocent, gun play is imminent
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| The penmanship red, your dead, scribbled in blood
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| Wannabe thugs fled and gave the ground a hug
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| I got an airhead rat I like to keep doped up
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| Told her that she was dreaming, her man got his throat cut
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| Jedi mind trick a bitch, push a sell and get a chick to split the L
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| If the pigs flick the whip, give me bail
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| «What up, though?» |
| to Brooklyn, the dogs are loose
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| Who calling troops? |
| The shotguns tossing goose
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| And broke the treaty, I’ll smoke you easy
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| Murder City where the rich are broke and peazy
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| What the hell? |
| I reckon they want a twelve
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| The second I heard this record, I figured I might as well
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| Aggravate and piss off those that can’t stand me
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| Like man and the man is trying to raise a family
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| Ban me, I said it and I don’t give a fuck, call me the outlaw
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| Thinking I need this business? |
| I can do without ya’ll
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| As long as Agent K is making fully-automatics, I’mma get it
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| And I ain’t bullshitting you can forget it
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| Pussy-ass niggas popping shit on they webpages
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| The game has become outrageous
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| The stage is set for real niggas to come out with them gauges
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| And the gangsters out of them cages
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| Off the wall, no curl kit, no electric socks
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| Your world flip, pearl grip on the sket that pop
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| Murder, death, kill, Villain from the 'Ville
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| Pill-poppin', still real cocaine-cooking niggas drill poppin'
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| Sean Price the name, Random Axe is the group, duke
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| I spray shots in vain cops, fuck it you loot, duke
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| Hippity-hop niggas wanna rap in the booth cute
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| Meanwhile I got crack stacked up in the deuce shoe
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| Fuck fame, homie, I rap for the change only
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| Counter-punch suckers for lunch, I’m James Toney
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| You got the star look, but your ring and your chain’s phony
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| Back of 'The Source' jewels, slap, we force cool (Ooh!)
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| We all one in the same
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| It’s like I am Ruck, I am Black Milk, B
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| I’m Trick Trick, I am Simpson, but I’m not guilty
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| Rock filthy, the block’s feel me
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| I own them, fuck a Donald Trump, I’m 'Donald Dump' I got realty
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| See me in HD, high-def, definitely high
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| Stunting caught 'em all, berry niggas cry
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| Oh, I know Inspectah Deck 'em in the eye
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| You not doing the electric, I ain’t letting niggas slide
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| Act up, it’s ramifications of blamming a gauge in
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| Your face, It’s beef, not the shit on a sandwich your making
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| Amateurs faking but don’t respect or knock your ganstafications
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| Me? |
| I’mma a monster, my mere presence will panic a nation
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| Niggas 'bout as loyal as Popeye bitch Olive Oyl
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| No beef raps, but I got drama for you
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| Think about it, you know who I got with me
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| Brooklyn, Detroit, same shit, they both 'Rock City' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Another One , by - Random Axe. Song from the album Random Axe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп