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| You fucking with the best in the Borough
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| The Barrel Brothers of Brooklyn
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| Ain’t nobody give us a lane, fuck it we took one
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| Niggas was hooked from the door, peep Skylar and Tor'
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| More like Walter White and Jesse the way we cook it up pure
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| And Sha distributed it raw, nothing cut nothing stepped on
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| Look like the days of the narcoleptic execs gone way
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| Niggas was slept on
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| Fuck it he kept going, every sixteen that I breathe gimme a Flex bomb
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| Came up deliver it mean, that’s word to Hex mom
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| I’m bout my team my nigga eff y’alls
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| This upper echelon squeeze till every clip in the tec’s gone
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| Fuck wit a broad until the check gone, ex con
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| Present day, Rover Range matte black switching lanes
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| Necklace glisten chains, overseas switching planes
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| You ain’t incarcerated get ya chain
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| Cause F.T.R.I.A. |
| came to click and bang
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| Get 'em mayne
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| Got em where they calling me Tyson in 86'
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| I get that involved when handing off to make 'em flip
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| Know I handle bars like handle bars and play the grips
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| Turn the cannon on and handle y’alls when I’m laying dick
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| My rep as great as it gets
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| I’m young, pretty, I hit hard
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| I’m the best shape of my life I’m on my lift off
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| My fan base is going state to state in a zip car
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| My only down fall is my belt is covered in lip gloss
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| Play the nickels and nines made a grip on the side
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| But dance all on the base I’m Jadakiss to the Stuy
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| My mans cornered the base like they was kicking a rhyme
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| And ya hands all on ya face as you wait to get you a line
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| Two for one, double meaning, and double what we is
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| The doors open when floors open shoving the key in
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| The more dope that I toss over just showing me is
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| That your flows is your throat juggling me in
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| No one on Earth is dope as we
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| See my flows forbidden
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| I’m as slick as the serpent that spoke the Eve
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| Move with no religion
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| I can walk in church just rolling weed
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| Lord I’m only kidding
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| Please look at the person I’ve grown to be
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| Peep my soul has risen
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| I’ve driven through Hell fir
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| My life was flame infested
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| I’ve passed and I’ve failed some tests and escaped from a jailing sentence
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| In the belly of the beast jumping rope with whale intestines
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| I was Jonah now I’m over your head you can feel my presence
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| My curses appear as blessings
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| So I laugh at any man
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| That would oppose me knows that I’ll attack 'em where they stand
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| These dudes spit garbage like they salivary glands
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| Come from sanitary vans they got imaginary fans
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| I hit beaches in the winter I get January tans and
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| Bitches call me winner I put passion in they pants
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| I’m an advocate for abstinence cause no ones effing with me
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| I will stab you with a javelin for acting like you can
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| My district flips fools
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| Quick trip if you
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| Spit sick, switch hit, jab, stick, stick move
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| Misfit, pricks get, bitch tunes, 6−6-6-you
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| TICK TICK TICK BOOM! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Triangle Offense , by - Skyzoo. Song from the album Barrel Brothers (Clean), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп