| I can’t let that slide
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| Nah, not this time
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| Payback’s a bitch, revenge is a must
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| Vengeance is mine
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| Elevated, mass slaughter, premeditated
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| Livin' like I never made it
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| Like I ain’t got heavyweighting
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| Pussy boy don’t ever play me
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| Double drugs, serenading
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| Slugs in ya marinating
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| Two gloves, Gary Peyton
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| Praying for some peace, but these niggas play for keeps
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| Whole hundred
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| Pop a muthafuckin' paper a laker
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| Just murdered death kill, ain’t no city that you’re safe in
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| And I’m making out a promise to your and your mama and your bitch
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| I be beating with no muthafuckin' condom
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| Niggas dying over chains so they fryin' over change
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| Got a missile for the issue with a tissue for the pain
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (whoa x5)
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (and the war goes on)
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (whoa x5)
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (and the war goes on)
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| Only thang on my mind, payin' back what I owe
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| That’s a bullet to the head, that’s a blade to the throat
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| And I swear to the Lord, he goin' straight to the morgue
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| For not knowin' what he doin', cause there’s a line you don’t cross
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| Now you did, now you dead
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| Drop a bike on ya head
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| Yeah you made that muthafucka, time to lay in your bed
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| I’ma take till I till your box close till your face all patched up
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| Laying on asphalt
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| Down to my last draw
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| Down to my last
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| Down to my last bullet
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| Pull it and blast off
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| I don’t be playin'
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| That’s all I be sayin'
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| When it comes to murder, ain’t a yard I won’t
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (whoa x5)
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (and the war goes on)
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (whoa x5)
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (and the war goes on)
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| I’m on the way
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| Whoa
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| I’m on the way
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| All I want is white
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| Whoa
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| The game ain’t ever been based on no sympathy
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| Only thing matter who gonna die or who gonna kill me
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| Only thing I care about you not knowing my whereabouts
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| no dinner on my table top
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (and the war goes on)
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (we on the way)
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| Shots fired, niggas die, hate crime (and the war goes on)
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| We on the way
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| I ain’t got enough time
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| A lot of money, its gonna be fun
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| Lotta homework, on yo own turf
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| We on the way, be patience |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Patience , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album The Plug & Haram, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп