| Punch a fake fuck in the face, no heart in the hoe
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| Then kick it with his bitch, then i’m parking the boat
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| You’re still in deep shit when the waters are slow
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| Fuck around and punch a motherfucking shark in the nose, yeah
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| Long as i got the chron next to the philly
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| I arm wrestle a grizzly
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| No contest in my city, nah
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| Knuckle up with us
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| You ain’t fucking up none of us
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| I’m the biggest beast in the streets, a snuffleupagus
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| Spit in your face, hooking your jaw bone
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| Get in your place, you’re rook in the war zone
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| Same old shit, man, they kicking they all clones
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| Fuck a few poison darts give them the harpoon, yeah
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| So you better just run and duck
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| Uppercut the first lunatic to be jumping up
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| Get got, watching hustlers page rocks and jump them
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| Block to block like hopscotch
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| I got my clique ready
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| Ready for hand to hand combo
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| Lunatic nigga jumped up and got hit
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| I think all time i blew those spots
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| Mcs i will be burning burning hot
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| See I don’t give a fuck, you disrespect my man then I’m scheming on you
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| Shut your fucking mouth if you ain’t fam then I’m swinging on you
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| Pull out your fist
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| You went against us kid, I doubt it
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| Hit you in the jaw with enough force to move a mountain
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| Feel the ground shake a mile away
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| From stomping your face
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| You crumble displace
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| Looking like a fucking disgrace
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| To the male race
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| Yo, you a bitch with a dick
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| Don’t never ever think of stepping with your sensitive clique
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| She get serious quick in the mix with street fighters
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| Fuck around stop beef you end up curb biters
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| Loosing teeth on the concrete with DNA stains
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| You’re feeling great pain
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| Graffiti in blood like it’s spray paint
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| Full of hatred
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| Have you shook, hiding in basements
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| Strip you naked
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| I’m heartless, evil replaced it
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| Your face adjacent to the bat that I swing
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| Crater your cheeks, run in streets with unanimous kings
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| Blood blood blood blooood
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| Fights and scars
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| Life is hard
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| Fuck a fair one, you get beat down by the squad
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| Mortal kombat
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| Catch your lighting rod with a guard
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| Juggernaut in the spot with your life on my palms
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| Far from pretty
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| You ain’t rocking with me
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| Got more goons on the street than Gotham City
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| Popping 50s
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| Then we off in the night
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| Ugly and trife
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| Run to your pockets, nothing is nice
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| Crack heads with pipes, crackheads with pipes
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| Stay hot headed, John Blaze on the mic
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| Call my brother William
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| You know he stay hype
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| Till the blue lights
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| In the streets we earn stripes
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| At war with the world
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| It must die here
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| At war with the world
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| Man it must die
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| Keep the fire lit
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| Blow the smoke in the sky
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| Fuck around step up, left hook to the eye
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| Blood blood blood blooood |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knuckle Up, artist - Snowgoons. Album song A Fist in the Thought, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп