| You wanted to fucking walk around these roaches
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| These niggas is roaches
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| These niggas is mere motherfuckin’mortals
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| I’m tryna push you to supreme being
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| You don’t wanna motherfuckin'
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| You don’t wanna embrace your destiny
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| You wanna get by You don’t wanna go into the motherfuckin’dark
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| Where it’s lonely
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| You can’t handle the motherfuckin', the pain
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| Of the motherfuckin’not knowin’when the shit is gonna stop
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| Mama’s trying to save me But she don’t know I’m trying to save her
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| Man, them niggas tried to play me Man, 'til I got this paper
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| You’re nobody 'till somebody kills you
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| «Blast for me"-- the last words from my nigga
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| On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
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| Drug money, dollar figures
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| Hustlers moving out of rentals
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| All the war is mental
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| Having sushi down in Nobu
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| Strapped like an Afghan soldier
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| Nowhere to go to so it’s bang
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| No survivors, only riders on my rider
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| Murder rate rises, stalking niggas on their IG’s
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| Never IB, still solo, underarm is still Polo
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| No wire, on fire
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| My desire for fine things made me a liar
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| A shooter, getting high feeling like it’s voodoo
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| Nine lives, SK with the cooler
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| Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E I pray you smoke with me Go to bed with a kilo like a c-note
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| Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
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| Pretty cars in the driveway
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| If you cut it then you sideways
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| Double up, crime pays
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| Mama’s trying to save me But she don’t know I’m trying to save her
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| Man, them niggas tried to play me Man, 'til I got this paper
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| You’re nobody 'till somebody kills you
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| You fucking wanna walk around with these niggas?
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| What the fuck is their culture?
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| Where the fuck is their souls at?
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| What defines you?
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| These niggas with these fucking silly looks on their faces
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| You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga?
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| Make up your got damn mind
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| I’m from where the streets test you
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| Niggas mix business and pleasure
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| Where the cocaine measure
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| The narcotics is our product
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| The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it New Mercedes as it peels off
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| Nothing penetrates the steel doors
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| Gang signs, see 'em all
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| I said my prayer as I’m counting sheep
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| Never really athletic, but I play for keeps
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| Do you feel me?
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| The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
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| We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
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| Chinchillas on a winter night
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| Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter’s like
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| And I’m never on that tour bus
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| Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ’s, there’s two of us Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
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| My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthy
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| Touch mine until you receive and kill
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| Like I’m knowing every heathen will
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| Closed the deal with Steven Hill
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| We Magic City of the networks
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| Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net works
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| Mama’s trying to save me But she don’t know I’m trying to save her
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| Man, them niggas tried to play me Man, 'til I got this paper
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| You’re nobody 'till somebody kills you
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| Fuck you wanna talk about?
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| Fucking jewelries and Bentley’s and Hublot’s
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| And fucking art that niggas ain’t got on their fucking walls
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| And fucking mansions niggas ain’t got
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| Niggas can’t even pay the IRS, let alone their fucking staff, nigga
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| You gotta tell the truth, man
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| The truth’ll set you free, son
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| The truth will set you free |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rick Ross , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album New Wave / Another Level, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп