| Swiss, Po Respect our gangsta nigga
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| Lay down
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| Whachu know bout holdin out big Tec.
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| Big vest, hollow tips all up in tha kid Neck
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| Po live it up, yellow stones lid it Up Long Johns (siggaz) tuck, it’s da kid nigga What
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| Some of ya rap niggaz is girls
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| On my dick yappin, flappin'
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| Fuckin cartoons,
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| These niggaz guns don’t go off
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| untill they say lights, camera, action
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| Yo Swiss tell them niggaz eat a Dick
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| Gun up in yo face, bitch that Reary wont Miss
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| Unload da shit then reload da shit
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| Head str8 to da airport and unload sum Bricks
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| No lyin', you niggaz seem me comin down to shoot ya Think I was flyin', 12 syllabus
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| Brookly is mine, nigga move Ova
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| Yea I’m talkin to you. |
| Fuckin Dick Blowa
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| Fo all of ya’ll, keepin ya’ll in Health
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| Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
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| Cuz it’s cool when you fuckin wit a nigga like me Cool when you ridin’wit a nigga like me To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
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| To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine
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| To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine
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| I’mma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Sine
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| Check it All I need in this world of sin
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| Is a crooked lawyer, big rims and a Mac. |
| 10
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| Ridin’thru da city like I’m used to this Shit
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| Fuck yo vest nigga, my cells will chew thru that Shit
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| Catch a breath, you ain’t heard bout that nigga Po Murdah cases diamond faces, Mat-hat-lo'
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| Leavin’pieces of yo brian on yo car Do'
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| Lookin gully in that Bent. |
| on that R.O.
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| L.L. see you niggaz in Hell
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| Soon as they set my bell, I make another Cell
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| Shiet I set my mind at a the early age
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| I was gon’be paid or early graved
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| Whatta fuck i got-ta have, blocks to smash
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| Lots a cash, drop sum Ass
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| This iz da truth, I probebly die in my Coup
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| But I bet you and them bitches that come to get me, I Shoot
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| Fo all of ya’ll, keepin ya’ll in Health
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| Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
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| Cuz it’s cool when you fuckin wit a nigga like me Cool when you ridin’wit a nigga like me To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
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| To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine
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| To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine
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| I’mma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Sine
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| I got my mind on da Shipment
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| Shipment on my Mind
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| Bout to meet these Domanican niggaz at 9
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| Rhyme, rap, whatta fuck is That
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| Only thing I rap is Ye, nigga die Today
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| Ya got it confused I ain’t tryna fill nobody’s Shoes
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| I’m juss lookin fo connects nigga
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| Doin’what I Do Back against the wall
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| Against all odds
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| Tune in to my Live nigga, this shit is sicka then OZ
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| Fightin''gainst them Crackaz
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| + them killaz gettin’at Us No where to run, so I grab my Gun
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| N’start blazin', this shit got a nigga Agin'
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| I’mma die a Gangsta nigga ain’t no Changin'
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| A G. faithfully, momma pray for Me Lil nigga go to school, stay away from Me Got hoez fo you hustlaz
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| Bullets fo you cowards
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| N’dick fo you bitches up in da Trunk-Tower
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| Fo all of ya’ll, keepin ya’ll in Health
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| Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
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| Cuz it’s cool when you fuckin wit a nigga like me Cool when you ridin’wit a nigga like me To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
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| To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine
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| To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine
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| I’mma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Shine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Original , by - Shyne. Song from the album Gangland, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп