| You don’t want us now we’re fucking you up I’m with the clique now
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| It’s T-dot running amok, hit you with sick styles
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| Coming for your daughters and sons with a crew of henchmen
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| I’m the father of your style with a gun got ammunition
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| I could never be stopped, you could never take my spot
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| But you can get shot, ask about me on the block
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| This the one realest Lhus never faking the funk
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| They be like son killed it punch it in the face of a chump
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| This is murder rap, the rebirth of bomb music
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| We connected to y’all with and
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| A nuisance, spark marijuana everyday
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| This Lord Lhus South Carolina born and raised
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| I’m a New York Giant, I tackle your front line
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| The shotgun clapping have you gagging on blood
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| My clique the morgue’ll have another toe to tag
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| Chop you up and stuff your head into the bowling bag
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| Show the flag with for global domination
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| Control the population, never fold to competition
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| I’m doper than a bundle if you dare to try
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| Better know I got the shovel and a bag of lye
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| My name’s Sean, a true product of the creep code
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| No matter what my heart will forever be cold
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| Jah through the jungle my people keep lurking
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| back to the death the fucking street urchin, we keep the heat bursting
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| They gonna kill us now we gonna kill them
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| We’re not guerrillas, we’re just real men
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| Real killers gripping heaters till your steel bends
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| Real recognise real but I don’t hear them
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| End of the world, end of the road, disappearing
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| Hanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends
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| My friends were informants warrants
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| They caught me in a sting like a nest full of hornets
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| I’m not going to the bing, I’m going to war with
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| The Canadian government, judges and lawyers
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| I think God sit back watch and enjoy this
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| Destroy this hit the button the missile deployed with
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| Sicknature part of the goons platoon
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| If y’all interrupting we’re barging into this game with a marvellous boom
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| You’re better off embarking for doom
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| I’ll fuck your image up like it’s a true artist on shrooms
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| I ain’t stopping for less, thinking cause I’m sick I’ll be stuck in the bed
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| You dick faces are fucked in the head
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| Weekend releases, I’m reaping diseases, eager to eat this
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| snatching your chain leaving you pieceless
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| with prominent wishes stuck in the business
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| Shit is in reverse, you get your eye for the spinach
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| Got immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen
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| Now I crash through the gates of your cities like a battering ram
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| Total the damage of broken the planet awoken to panic
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| the chrome with the cannon
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| Brought the gun to show, they should’ve pat me down
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| Dead bodies on the floor, hope you’re happy now
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| Now the cops on the phone trying to talk me down
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| Will let the hot shit go, gonna let off a round
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| Vancouver to I hear you loud
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| Cop dope when the price is down
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| Look at your head it got a price on it now
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| I live the life that you’re writing about
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| See Pockets and the lights went out |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Global Domination, artist - Snowgoons. Album song The Best of Snowgoons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп