| Yeah. |
| nigga pick up yo', hands and pretend
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| just like if it’s a, show — the lyrical cut throat
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| He can and we will show, you BRRTTT, stick up yo'
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| man with his pis-tol, hand over his
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| Lo and behold, plenty soldiers is rollin
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| The road that they own is the one where they go When they gets me the pinnacle of the nigga
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| hold-in the pencil, any flow, nigga pick one
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| I treat my rhyme like heat my mind
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| Might be like keen-eye sight
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| I treat y’all like «Three Blind Mice»
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| You can’t hit what you can’t see, the M.I.C.
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| This is the shit that you wish you could spit
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| when you sit and you listen to the clique that is swift with the written
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| The poetry depicted officially blowin you little niggaz away
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| Bout to switch up the flow, soon as you hear me say
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| Make, that flow; |
| switch, that flow
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| Get, different when you hear me say
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| Make, It Count; |
| step, yo’game up When you hear me say
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| Make, that flow; |
| switch, that flow
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| Get, different when you hear me say
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| . |
| get wild (whyllllle out!) Whyle out
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| Long as I’m breathin I’m street bitch
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| Cut Throat ain’t changin but the flow might switch
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| … A whole Army with shit
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| That’ll hit you in under five minutes, barkin bitch
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| Starvin pitt, to the point of do or die
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| Whether CRACK-in around or the MAC by my side
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| … Money to burn, hustle to earn
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| Bullets return, shots from the curb, dodgin a drought
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| Makin It Count, slang in the South, bang out a house
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| Coke by the ounce, weighin it out, that’s what I’m 'bout nigga
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| … The call done, hit me The law come, quickly; |
| nerves in a, frenzy
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| Flush the work, quickly; |
| room drawers, empty
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| Two heaters, with me; |
| three flow; |
| sickly
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| Let it touch your brain, what I brung was flame
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| Plus my whole gang doin the same thang
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| Take it and keep movin, homies is straight cruisin
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| Quick with the waist movement, go get your eight losers
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| How you take amusement, never fake I shoot it
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| A.K. |
| or Ruger, we heavy with them uzi’s
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| Face the facts, y’all spittin basement raps
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| I’m on wax with some dangerous cats with a guage attached
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| The rifle the brace attached to the bat
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| I pull it back and squeeze until it claps
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| Amazin vision, I gaze at the days I’m livin
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| the fast life with a rave of women
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| Today is givin, I wake without a stay in prison
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| And I hang with gangsta niggaz — muh’fucker!
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| Always on deck, what you expect
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| Mic is a way of life, he leadin the set
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| Now, June’s up in this muh’fucker
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| And I want all y’all to know (all y’all)
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| You can go any time, so why waste time?
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| As I get right to my flow, y’all don’t hear me though
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| Why play yourself? |
| (why?) Why risk your health? |
| (why?)
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| Why waste my time? |
| (why?) Learn how to rhyme (uhh)
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| Get you some game (uhh) get you a name
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| Gotta not be lame, y’all sound the same, yeah
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| They back’s against the wall now (now)
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| I’m came with some bangers who came for the get-down
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| My style, can’t take what you can spread 'round
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| I’m multiple figures in riches, so what now? |
| (nigga) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Switch , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album M.I.C. Presents, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп