| Rest in peace Guru
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| 'Nuff respect Preem
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| Pour out a little more liquor
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| Rest in peace Redeem
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| We’re gon' do it for your memory
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| Blunts, a bunch of Hennessy, drunk
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| Like we used to get back when I was 17
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| Dipping down Alamo in a jet black Lex
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| By any means necessary trying to get that check
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| Taking 40s to the head like there ain’t no end
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| They say we going to prison, I might wind up dead
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| We got the last laugh, 'cause we never half-ass shit
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| I’m not Rakim but I can make 'em clap to this
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| So ro-roll it up, take a puff, pass that spliff
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| Try to teach you how to stunt
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| But that class you skipped
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| It wasn’t ever about the money, all about the respect
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| You ain’t a king just because you getting royalty checks
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| If that’s the case I should be draped in diamonds and velvet
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| With a cape like the fucking second coming of Elvis
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| I ain’t new to this
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| I make your fun stop as soon as it starts
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| Yeah, I’mma ruin it
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| Gun punk cock
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| With the blood clot, liquor shot
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| Pass us a rock
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| Take a break from the foolishness
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| Bitch, I’ve been doing this
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| (Hard)
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| Ryu, the San Fernando Valley Rambo
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| D-E-F to my death
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| (Hard)
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| Ryu, the R-Y-U
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| Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes
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| (Hard)
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| Ryu, Tiger Chan, you numbnuts
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| Got a death wish? |
| I’m the Fresh Prince of TEC clips
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| (Hard)
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| Ryu, with a rusty TEC
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| Am I the best? |
| Well, I gotta put it bluntly — yes
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| Everybody looking at me when I step on the set
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| I’m always going nine-eleven, hope you never forget
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| They had it coming to 'em boy, I ain’t got no regrets
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| I only use a straight razor never ever Gillette
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| It’s like a pack of ketchup exploding from the neck up
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| You need a Black & Decker, we’re gonna clean the mess up
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| I tried to tell 'em I was coming but they chose to ignore me
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| Maybe next time they learn to pay attention to warnings
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| You geeks, I rock khakis with a cuff and a crease
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| Wildelife, we get it quacking like a gaggle of geese
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| You damn right that’s us, we on the cusp of greatness
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| They told me to show my cards but I’m holding all aces
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| Basically I’m telling you to tell your crew to beat it
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| 'Cause this is what I do pour 'em margaritas
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| So you can get the penis if you wanna see styles
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| I guarantee Divine got the grim reaper on speed dial
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| You’re new to this
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| I make your fun stop as soon as it starts
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| Yeah, I’mma ruin it
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| Gun punk cock
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| With the blood clot, liquor shot
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| Pass us a rock
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| Take a break from the foolishness
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| Bitch, I’ve been doing this
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| (Hard)
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| Ryu, the San Fernando Valley Rambo
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| D-E-F to my death
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| (Hard)
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| Ryu, the R-Y-U
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| Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes
|
| (Hard)
|
| Ryu, Tiger Chan, you numbnuts
|
| Got a death wish? |
| I’m the Fresh Prince of TEC clips
|
| (Hard)
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| Ryu, with a rusty TEC
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| Am I the best? |
| Well, I gotta put it bluntly — yes
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| People 'round town talking this and that
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| Asking where the hell I’ve been and will I ever come back
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| I’ve been doing this, so I ain’t got no time to relax
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| Thought I was through with it, then I relapsed
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| Yeah, I was higher than a stewardess
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| Started sticking needles in the groove again
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| Had to go to rehab so I could quit the music biz
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| True spit, I was sick of that shit
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| I want to shake an executive like a red nose pit
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| I put the past behind me, now I’m back on my grind
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| I been keeping it one hundred, but I’m stuck in the 90s
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| Check the resumé, the truth burn your retina like it’s pepper spray
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| Fucking A, my name’s Ryu they call you whatshisface
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| Haters on my dick, they ain’t ever got enough to say
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| But like a volcano they really hope I don’t erupt today
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| Batter your sensei, the honkey el jefe
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| You flavors of the moment come and see me in a decade
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| You’re new to this
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| I make your fun stop as soon as it starts
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| Yeah, I’mma ruin it
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| Gun punk cock
|
| With the blood clot, liquor shot
|
| Pass us a rock
|
| Take a break from the foolishness
|
| Bitch, I’ve been doing this
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| (Hard)
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| Ryu, the San Fernando Valley Rambo
|
| D-E-F to my death
|
| (Hard)
|
| Ryu, the R-Y-U
|
| Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes
|
| (Hard)
|
| Ryu, Tiger Chan, you numbnuts
|
| Got a death wish? |
| I’m the Fresh Prince of TEC clips
|
| (Hard)
|
| Ryu, with a rusty TEC
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| Am I the best? |
| Well, I gotta put it bluntly — yes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Been Doin This , by - RYU. Song from the album Tanks for the Memories, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп