| Turn my headphones up a little bit
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| Yeah
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| We be lighting it up, if it gets loose tighten it up
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| These niggas out fightin for what
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| On the frontline, get 'em one time
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| On mine they will never see the sunshine
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| Yo, this is what it’s about
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| I can shoot shots straight in your house
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| Have 45's straighten you our
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| Left hook land straight to your mouth
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| Crack your teeth, bring niggas stacks of beef
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| Heat your grill, brothers got beats for real
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| Man it don’t make sense you too cheap to kill
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| (Ha ha) Get a bird for the cheapest thrill
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| Prophylac' then I beat the gills, it’s all part of the game
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| Me and X still out of your range
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| High-tech, my set will stop your whole threat nigga
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| Set your sights, you lookin at the best in life
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| Will swing it from the left to right and keep movin
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| Look, I expose your clique
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| Man you cats ain’t as cold as this
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| Just as good as it’s supposed to get
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| Hone your skills, you lookin for the wrong appeal
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| Check the file, respect the style
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| Let the bloodhounds loose, make 'em run for miles
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| Get your sound right, that don’t even sound tight (what)
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| Spittin the shit that only get your town hype
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| We do it worldwide, you should let your girl ride
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| Roll with us, too cold to bust
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| I told you once, brothers ain’t the ones to trust
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| Watch your back, do it by myself to stack
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| Polyhedron tracks, how real is that? |
| Yeah
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| Go, better lace your boots
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| I be look for a place to shoot
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| Make your whole clique face the truth
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| Bow down when I grace the booth
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| Spark the flame, finish when I start to aim
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| Take your crown, still have to take you down
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| Snuffed out where you cats won’t make a sound
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| Make your rounds, earthquake shake the ground
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| On the hunt still lookin for the beats that pound, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lightin It Up, artist - Rasco. Album song The Dick Swanson Theory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп