| Macn
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| Comin' through cutthroat crazy, you feel me?
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| («You know my steez»)
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| I got astrophysic pimp shit, that gifted authentic misfit
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| Trip like lifted, crack helmets, some cutthroats get rich
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| The Crestside I’m committed and all my biscuits got extendeds
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| If I’m within it, we split, with the quickness
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| Leave no witness, out in boonies diggin' ditches
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| In Bay waters, sleep with fishes, knock your teeth out with some wrenches
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| Won’t be ID‘d by no dentist, your own mama won’t know who you be
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| I murder mac from Triple-C, hell, I have been 707, Crestside cutthroat cuddie,
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| yee
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| Yee ‘til all my cuts free
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| ‘Til we ain’t gettin' on them triggers, puttin' fuck niggas to sleep
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| ‘Til them bitches pop that pussy for a real nigga like me
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| On my level, don’t trip, muthafucka, I’m Kool Keith
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| On my level, don’t trip, muthafucka, I’m Kool Keith
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| Follow me now, fuck around and you’ll be layin' six feet deep
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| Man, straight mobbin' with the heat
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| And you niggas know my steez
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| I stay steezin' on ‘em
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| Steezin' on ‘em
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| Steezin' on ‘em
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| And if it’s ‘bout the cash, then I’mma seize the moment
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| Now that’s steezin' on ‘em
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| Steezin' on ‘em
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| Steezin' on ‘em
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| And if it’s ‘bout the cash, then I’mma seize the moment
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| Now that’s steezin' on ‘em
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| The slicker the talk on pimpers to poles
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| The quicker she get off the liquor and bowl
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| The quicker she kick off her shoes and the clothes
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| And that’s how we turn ‘em like Zeniths and vogues
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| Bitch, you gon' learn what it meant when you chose
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| Trick, I’m a permanent pimp in a zone
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| Bet I’m gon' earn me a bill ‘fore I’m gone
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| Nothin' concern me, I’m permanently on
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| Thoroughly gone, killin' for riches like Sierra Leone (thoroughly gone)
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| Thoroughly gone, leave ‘em in ditches, they buried with chrome
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| Me and my niggas is all that we listen to, all that we on
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| We fought for them figures and that’s why triggers be callin' you home
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| Picture a nigga who live what he spit when he come from the turf
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| Fuck all these snakes, I’m a mongoose, I’m on you, I come from the dirt
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| All of these bitches is liars, most of these niggas is too
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| None of you niggas is riders, none of you bitches is true
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| Ray ain’t no front, I check ‘em for breakfast, I break ‘em for brunch,
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| make ‘em pay for
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| A lunch
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| A winner for dinner, I do what I say and I say what I want
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| The 7-O-Savage, don’t get it, we got it, I can’t even front
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| I rap ‘til I die, I only take one ‘til the end of the blunt
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| I stay steezin' on ‘em
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| Steezin' on ‘em
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| Steezin' on ‘em
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| And if it’s ‘bout the cash, then I’mma seize the moment
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| Now that’s steezin' on ‘em
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| Steezin' on ‘em
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| Steezin' on ‘em
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| And if it’s ‘bout the cash, then I’mma seize the moment
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| Now that’s steezin' on ‘em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Steezin on Em , by - Ray LuvSong from the album Legal Business ?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп