| True mizza-Mast'on the triz-nack
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| Bob Digi back for a snack
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| Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack
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| Raekwon got the triz-nap
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| We be ridin’fast cars
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| Weed all in the glass jar
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| Chrome all on my crash bar
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| Glocks all in my stash box
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| Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off
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| Five niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off
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| Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin’smirf off
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| Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise
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| SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin’for a deal like it’s A&P
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| On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
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| No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate
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| Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya’ll niggaz Duck Daffy
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| Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi
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| Drivin’through the hill at night to the weedspot
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| I got two hands but I’m known to carry three glocks
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| B-O-B-B-Y, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
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| Used to break days smokin’coke and digi
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| 'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby
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| Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine
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| Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting?
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| Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya’ll niggaz know me Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing
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| Sick silky six syllable stanza
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| Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
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| She blowin’up my horn, bitch ain’t try’n to answer
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| Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer
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| Yo… yo. |
| yo.
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| Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle
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| I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced
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| You shoot me? |
| I shoot you, best bet’s to finish me cuz if not, if I get the chance, I’m do you
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| Your shit all off the hood, the clips go buckin’me good
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| The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)
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| Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine
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| Y’all can’t build me, your technique’s Ecederin
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| Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right
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| Paid up people no mind like I’m crooked, right
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| Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin’right
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| He on the floor, tell his grams, «yo I seen the light»
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| The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin’the joint
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| Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin’lookin’moist
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| I ain’t know what to do so I told the boys
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| I’m not a sucker look, y’all mothafuckin’made noise
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| Ice Water exclusive, Bob Digi
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| Kinetic 9, Killa Beez
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| Straight up, Raekwon the Chef
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| Bizza-bizza-O Di-di-Dirty Bas-stard
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| Gizza-gizza-ga-gizza-gizz-ga-Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah
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| The GZA, The Genius
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| Mizza-mizza-mizza M-E-T-H-O-D Man
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| Straight up, Masta Killa
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| The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D
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| The B-O-B-B-Y tck-tck-pssh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fast Cars , by - RZA. Song from the album Birth Of A Prince, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп