| It’s Young Money
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| Euro, look
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| I hear the shots bein fired
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| My enemies wired
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| Keep pushin' me to execute the same folks I inspired, like why?
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| Tire yourself out to be hopeless and tied
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| Anyone over me is simply roastin over the fire
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| I’m over desired flow, Fijis spit feces, it’s my time
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| Don’t gotta watch to see me, believe me, can’t take it easy
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| 'Til my house in Providence looks like the one in Washington, DC
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| No need to campaign, expect change
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| Imma do my damn thing, think otherwise you damn wrong
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| Trynna balls out when motherfuckers tell you to keep your pants on
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| I hear the softest rappers throwing temper tantrums
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| And these hardcore rappers singing camp songs
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| Something ain’t right, ain’t nothing alike, we nothing alike
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| I keep my distance, they squinting to see something in sight
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| Take a step closer for some to say
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| «I hope you know that no weapon will ever be stronger than what I spit on the
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| mic»
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| I understand, I might be out of my line
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| Getting on a beat that’s out of my time, I’m out of my mind
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| But fuck it, I’m over average, I no longer feel a challenge
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| When people would rather listen to who’s trending than who has talent
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| Blame the environment, it’s never silent
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| Couldn’t dream, every attempt to sleep disturbed by sirens
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| Such a violent harmony plays when you strum my vocal cords on a violin
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| I am in no position of quitting on living the life I was given
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| Driven and became distant from those who witnessed
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| I kept working, they kept wishing, that’s the difference
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| Threatened by my spitting so they spit on my image
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| I’m a spitting image of linen, wait a minute
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| Didn’t you say I couldn’t and wouldn’t do?
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| But I did it, couldn’t fit in so I told 'em good riddance
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| Y’all forgotten, not forgiven
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| I wouldn’t have hurt your feelings if y’all wasn’t that similar to women
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| I go nowhere unless it’s too far
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| I’m not good enough until I’m better than you are, whoever you are
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| That’s if you are the real ya
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| It’s easy to die if life is hard enough to kill ya
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| First time for everything, I’m everything’s first time
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| First and last word in every verse mine
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| But first off, know my first words were said in Spanish
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| So how I manage to be this good with words and English is my second language?
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| I’m a renegade
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| Never been afraid to say what’s on my mind at any given time of day
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| Cause I’m a renegade
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| Never been afraid to holler about anything
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| Anything, anything, anything
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| APPEARS ON JULY |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Renegade Freestyle , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Greatest Hits 98-03, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп