| You could die young out here
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| Mess around and die before 21 out here
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| Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets in the dresser
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| She not asking questions
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| She seen the vests and seen other kids in the casket restin'
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| Weed so loud they got surround sound
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| Smoking good shit cause they tryna take me back to some hood shit
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| Any club, any fly affair
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| If they start shooting all they remember is Nas was there
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| Some homies of yours bangin' affiliation on their personal time
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| Conflict with business can hurt down the line
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| It’s something that you ain’t have nothing to do with
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| Your man confrontation end up getting you hit
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| Learn how to draw the line from when we hang with the shooters
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| Strippers, dealers and killers, leeches and opportunists
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| Where I come from it’s ruthless, air you out from the Ubers
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| Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya'
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| You wouldn’t get that from me though, you’d overlook me
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| Looking like I just get to that money and stay in some pussy
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| Got a pretty real dope life
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| Fly nigga from the other side, hecklers, PKs, 9's and .45's
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| 7.62's, deer-hunting rifle shells, life is hell
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| Pussy sweeter than wine tasting
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| But we won’t self-indict ourselves
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| Be our own prosecutor, won’t 25-to-life ourselves
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| We bout that moolah, rich shooters
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| You getting money, got a body then you one of us
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| Trust
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| You getting money, got a body then you one of us
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| Calculating, touching money, these niggas masturbating
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| Tailored clothes, fashion magazines, they fascinated
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| Double-M umbrella, the feds call it tax shelter
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| Hit a million, they conspire to send the rats at you
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| Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide, catch me on that other side
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| Foreign cars, private jets, high rate of homicide
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| Marc Jacobs chocolate diamonds, they for my white bitch
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| Atheist, but her pussy could be so righteous
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| Follow the rules, never let a man take your jewels
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| And if he do, double back make sure he make the news
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| It ain’t arrest, they ain’t a pussy til it’s time to bust
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| You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
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| You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
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| Trust
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| You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
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| Dice game, head crackers, time to get it back
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| Only one in the studio that could get a pack
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| Raw deal, rob a nigga like it’s on my appeal
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| Closest friends do us best, regardless how I feel
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| Went to the lot and got ‘em bitches on the same day
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| Straight to the jeweler, and did the watches the same way
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| Young sav on face time, talking cake time
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| Next crib I build got to cross state lines
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| Niggas hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve
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| And half the team, got the choppers with the shoulder slings
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| It ain’t a rust, stay in the trap til you a hundred up
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| You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
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| You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
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| You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Of Us , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Black Market, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп