| Their lies
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| Upside down, upside down, down
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| Their lies
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| Upside down, upside down
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| When you pull up, will you pull it?
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| Are you the shooter? |
| Trigger puller
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| Do you back up what you say you do?
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| Or Mr. Shoulda-Woulda?
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| Do you give back to the hood you from?
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| Or run, go to the jeweler?
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| When you got beef, do you stand or run?
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| Or talk from your computer?
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| Do you boss up? |
| Put your people on?
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| Or hate 'cause you can’t do it?
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| Will you speak the truth to power?
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| Or be silent, bite the bullet?
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| Which one are you?
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| Which one are you?
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| Why the gay niggas tryna fuck the straight niggas
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| That’s tryna fuck the gay bitches that look just like the straight niggas?
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| While the straight niggas that the gay bitches tryna look just like
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| Tryna look, just like the gay niggas, I must look just like the Gravediggaz
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| You think you the people’s champ 'cause people playin' your single
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| But I don’t think that you should keep playin' with me though
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| 'Cause every time I squeeze a damn 3−4, that’s the Reaper playin' bingo
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| That’s a kilogram wrapped up on the Peter Pan Prevost
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| Whoever think I’m here to make some corny ass radio
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| Viacom jingle got my whole diatribe tangled
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| Sittin' high up on them tires, on my high horse, I’m Django
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| Likened by white powder, John Stamos
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| Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos
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| Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
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| Committin' lyrical homicide while beside Premo
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| To the downers, I’m Drano, to the genre, I’m Thanos
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| Any spitter think he sicker than that, I have the antidote
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| Take it back to when it was eighths in the pack
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| Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote, leave your family taken aback
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| By the handsome quote, that I left on that ransom note
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| I ain’t one of these dudes who be computer screen beefin'
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| Gorilla nigga, killin' his Twitter TL, verbal abusin' females
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| Bill Maher use the term «nigga» so loosely
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| 'Cause truthfully, he know that he be usin' it on the DL
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| Louis C.K. |
| know he can use it in front of Pookie
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| But know damn well that he wouldn’t use it in front of DL
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| White kids graduate to relationships with a ton of perks
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| Black kids, just aggravated and had to take a ton of Perc’s
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| You come to church the 1st and 21st, and when it come to dirt
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| Gucci ain’t the only one’s puttin' black faces on front of shirts
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| Black women wanna be built like cartoon characters, Eric Cartman
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| That bears a strikin' resemblance to Sara Baartman
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| Now Google that when you get a chance
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| You gon' find out America’s heartless
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| Remember, the effort has to go into the art, not the wave
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| Everybody talking 'bout they own their masters
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| But if the music don’t age well, it don’t matter
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| It’s like you own a hundred percent of nothing
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| Know your value
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| The Butcher comin', nigga
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| All them times, you gave 'em your best, got you complicatin' your stress
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| Cash rules, your last move got 'em contemplatin' your next
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| I’m the one behind the wheel when them conversations go left
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| I need violence, Rasheed Wallace, I’m okay with a TEC
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| What’s the difference from a nigga who lived it and storytellers?
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| Of course we felons, sold a brick whiter than Tori Spelling
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| Roll with killers, nobody on my block was poorer than us
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| I put a fork in the pot and got a euphoric feeling, uh
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| Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
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| White kids pull heaters at school, wanna CBS News
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| Became a legend for the skeptics who ain’t believe he that dude
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| And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school, uh-huh
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| Servin' out pots, had me turnin' out blocks
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| It’s Griselda, nigga, you know we The Firm without Fox'
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| Everything about timing and I was stern on my clock
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| 'Cause niggas out now grindin', tryna earn what I got, uh
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| Stick to the script, my advantage was hustle
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| So I’m sayin' off the muscle, I’m here, and careers I could cancel a couple
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| The shooter cross the Atlantic to touch you
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| Rubber bands in the duffle with both hands full, I ain’t panic, I juggle
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| I’m very confident, y’all barely poppin' it, huh
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| Y’all niggas treat every project chick like Kerry Washington
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| Jail, backstabbin' to Hell, I took a consequence
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| A yard big enough at the crib to bury hostages |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Upside Down , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album The Allegory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп