| I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie
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| About me and mine
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| Yo, run it back, run it back
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| I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie
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| About me and mine
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| I squeeze them nines, from behind the blinds
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| I leave you flat in ground in the pinebox
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| I’m not a killer wit' mine
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| But I get
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| Rid of nigga to get piece of mine
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| If you got the bar separate me from mine
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| I must be dope for you to steal my style
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| Try to take my sound
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| Yo, run it back, run it back
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| I must be dope for you to steal my style
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| Try to take my sound
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| You don’t want those pieces out
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| Better yet you better kneel in church
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| Don’t want these heard
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| Put a hole through your Dittrich fur
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| Your little style that you got is so minimal
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| Is you ready to swing blows with a griminal
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| Things we do to you
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| Things we do and doing
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| Things we do to you
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| Things we doing
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| You heard the click
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| Pushin', scurshin' whips
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| New Shearlings kicks
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| Two words I’m sick
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| Run it back, I’m sick
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| Every verse I spit
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| That a curse I’ve writ
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| I find the words that fit
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| They come together like hoes on the curb for dick
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| On a urge to trick
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| For them services
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| Call me sir or if…
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| You prefer to diss
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| Get turned and twist Whoah
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| Nervousness
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| I curtain piss, on any nigga that’s lame
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| Call me sick and insane
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| Talkin' chickens for brains
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| Shift the stick in the range
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| When I click and I bang
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| Niggas pick up your frame, till you lifted in shame
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| They goin' down quite quick like a wick went in flame
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| I’m in the wickedest game
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| Run it back, wickedest game
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| Don’t get stick for your chain
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| It’s the Slum to the Villa, your heads' unda the pillow
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| Why? |
| (We're coming to kill ya)
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| Introducing the world famous, Slum Village
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| Are ya’ll Ready baby? |
| Let me know if ya’ll ready
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| All the way from De-(Dj scratches) Detroit
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| Yeah Yeah
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| You look and stare
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| I see you shook in prayer
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| I bust at you, (bang) they cuffin' who?
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| What you wanna do? |
| 1 2, you wanna (uh)
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| For sho' ya do, if you hold a crew
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| I don’t need a clip, to bust your lip
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| I run your shit, with a swift fist
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| If you gonna talk the shit (talk the shit)
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| I’m aiming quick (aiming quick)
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| You better run (better run)
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| Cause I don’t miss (cause I don’t miss) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Things We Do , by - Slum Village. Song from the album Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit), in the genre Поп