| Hes a riddla aaaaaaaa
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| The muthafuckin riddla aaaaaaaa
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| [verse 1: spm
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| Silently
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| I receive my degree
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| I got my masters in dope fiend psychiatry
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| Like the weed my brain buzzin like a bee
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| Flyin free I only fear sobriety
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| Shy police
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| Invading my privacy
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| We set a lot in court
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| They accepted my bribery
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| Finally I let this irony inspire me They dying silently
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| Really jus tryin to be Society denying me So my pro-bity
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| Is flippin ghetto ivory
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| Oh my dear diary
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| My hood is fiery
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| They admire me Will I die a g or will I build a dynasty
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| Its the riddla on the roof
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| Rose from the bottom came to speak the truth
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| Its the riddla on the roof
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| An eye for an eye
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| A tooth for a tooth
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| Yeah thats right its ya boy rasheed
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| All the way from the north philadelphia ghettos
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| To the south park slums
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| Representin in that dope house with my man
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| The south park mexican
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| Say los break these boys off once again
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| Its that vato
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| Convo you know how the song go Get my freak on so Watch for santo
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| Pronto
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| Like a bronco
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| Turn him to a john doe
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| I make ya body need bondo
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| I stomp hoes
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| Pop pop those hallows
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| A hard act to follow
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| A fool named carlos
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| Ya know my matto
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| «dont act like a star bro»
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| If ya talk dont pay ya damn car note
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| And although its almost tomorrow
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| Cept for sorrow
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| Cause dont be a rap they can borrow
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| I swallow a ballo
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| Back at me lago
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| And gs hollerin bravo
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| Getting smoked like a marlbro
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| Aint no sympathy in the street
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| Its either him or me Officially he the man that can get with me Nigga please
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| My trigga squeeze come like the killer bees
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| Figure these the last days why stick wit gs Initially my millimi make em history
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| Clinically approved to kill that ass instanly
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| Spill the beans and get in between my guillotine
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| Bitches fiend for my dope like nicotine
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| Sippin lean ya started with the triple beam
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| Competion tell me Are you listening?
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| Its the king
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| Livin life like pistol pete
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| With me so heat
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| Thatll make yo body incomplete
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| Epidemy of a mental facility
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| I take ya nuts and hang em on my christmas tree
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| Simpily I dont slip but Im slippery
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| Unseen like the n-tity
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| Really be sick of beef
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| I disagree wit ya trickery
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| Blast like yosemite
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| Smoke ya ass like a hickory
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| Industry
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| Ya fixin to see my embassy
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| Critically acclaimed forever yo mystery
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| A tooth for a tooth
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| A tooth for a tooth
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| Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riddla on da Roof , by - SPM. Song from the album Best of the Best, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп