| Gun me down, I’ll gun you down
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| Trade a body for a body
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| Nigga kamikaze
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| Tired of living no healthcare, I ain’t fucking with wellfare
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| But its rap down, Hells near, Sherm on every corner like fountains near
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| G rock, mountaineer, chunk coats a cop would wear, double up, roca wear
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| Win or lose, none to spare, black jack safety pair
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| 20 rounds one to the head, whole clip strike the beard
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| Breaking news fuck the feds, buckle up, simon says
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| Do the job nothing says, neighbors seen this shit for years
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| Hopped out, out of range, close up not a stain
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| Gut shot got him maimed, shit bag potty trained
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| No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record
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| And I’m playing shit for what its gonna be
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| A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50
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| And my bitch and she ridin' on E
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| Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze
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| Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze
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| Nigga welcome to Hell’s kitchen, prayers missing
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| Doing good has no intentions, with the shit that I’m kicking
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| Heavens too far from forgiving
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| Stuck on a mission, Choppers by the windows
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| See the silhouettes, just like I’m heading fishing
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| Pay your rent or meet your soul’s eviction, greet the reaper
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| Deliver death like serving pizza, dome piece the shell cracked like Sunday
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| Easter
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| Feel this Ether, the pyromaniac, you niggas keisters
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| Ain’t shit but ass, newest task is getting cash
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| Smoking hash and let it ash, off a dime like Steve Nash
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| 22 by my lower calf, see a hawk, we sqeeze and blast
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| (Hahaha) Fucking laugh, shady more than aftermath
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| Eminem’s my limit slim, we ain’t the same no synonym
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| No sin in them, get it in like lucifer, down and dirty emperor
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| With hell’s demons and angels, rat-a-tat-tat-tat sent for ya
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| I major in your minisher, left his ass holy by the minister
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| Immortal Kombat finisher
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| No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record
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| And I’m playing shit for what its gonna be
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| A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50
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| And my bitch and she ridin' on E
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| Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze
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| Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze
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| Gangster, Gangster! |
| Read all about it, a nigga got smoked
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| The killers name remains silent
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| Gangster, Gangster! |
| Read all about it, there’s guns in the streets
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| I know the governments supplying
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| Prison wars, race riot, ice pick in the neck, flatline
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| Another comic grave for man kind
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| Every step I take a land mine, blowin' up like 9−11, Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor
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| Afghan hobbies, got me feelin' Kamikaze (KABOOM) blow up the party
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| Sickest lad-i-dadi, peace on Earth you dont remind me
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| Dying Honor, Uni-bomber, you prima donna I’m ghetto verson of Gia Connor
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| Mob bosses, count losses gain profits, same logic
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| Did it all but still stay silent, keep the gangster grooving in my blood cuz'
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| 50's who I do it for, die for mine and ride on yours
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| No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record
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| And I’m playing shit for what its gonna be
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| A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50
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| And my bitch and she ridin' on E
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| Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze
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| Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kamikaze , by - ScHoolboy Q. Song from the album Setbacks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп