| Sheek Louch, yo
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| Routine shit, wake up, fuck, hit a blunt
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| Go outside with my pack, see what these niggas want
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| D Eagle, whip is barely street legal
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| 0 to 60, knocking my nigga Sigel
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| Hip hop fanatic, your shit pathetic
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| I’m De La, I’m Kane, I’m Ultramagnetic
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| Old school and new school, all of y’all can get it
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| Liquor hangovers, weed medication
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| New York City, L.O.X federation
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| Any jail cell, our music is meditation
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| You don’t want my niggas to act up
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| Cause we ain’t moving when I say them boys packing up
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| I talk shit, but everything I’m backing up
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| Big money, every day I’m racking up
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| You can blame us for the hard shit
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| D Block, box cutters in the yard shit
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| (Whole squad get it down like this)
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| (Sheek Louch, God)
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| (Whole squad get it down like this)
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| (Blame the, blame the Crooked letter I)
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| (Whole squad get it down like this)
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| (Pharoahe fucking Monch, ain’t a damn thang changed)
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| (You can act stupid if you wanna)
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| (Whole squad get it down like this)
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| Female dogs plus ignorant individuals
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| Equal bitch niggas, their existence is criminal
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| I divide fuckboys in half, then live
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| Multiplied by the fucks that I don’t give
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| You don’t possess the grammar to step to Pharoahe’s parameter
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| Trying to take a piece of the pie, or a slice of the ratio
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| Of a circle circumference to it’s diameter
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| Police scan a scrambler, damage your man with a blammer
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| Feeding Canada, land of the chicks, now get off my dick
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| Your whole squad’s petty, sounds like shit
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| Whole squad get it down like this, work with me though
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| The Queens strangler, the rap mangler, danger
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| The rapper who raps like he should have been born in Jerusalem inside of a
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| manger
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| Four finger ring rock at the kango
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| With the headbanger thing hanging out of his pocket, he’s not playing
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| Your topics are not bangun
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| Nobody rhymes iller than Crooked, I’m Godzilla packing a big gun
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| This is capital punishment like a cop killer listening to Big Pun
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| I’ve got the plug on every drug like auxiliary for the street income
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| Truly, no lie, my crew be multi
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| Excuse me, but I’m usually the dude that the foolies don’t try
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| Usually the shooter when the uzi roll by, with the goonies
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| I put more G’s on your neck than a Gucci bow tie nigga
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| This is what happens when Statik Selektah
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| Get a rap from Hannibal Lecter, the cannibal predator
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| How to kill a rapper, I’m the manual’s editor
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| Have to respect him, chew him, shit him out a mechanical rectum
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| Yeah, still getting cash till I pass
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| Trapped in this industry full of fags and high class
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| Hoes, that wanna sit on my lap for a band
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| Cause they heard I’m moving weight like a gastric bypass
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| I’m a be fresh as hell if the feds watching
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| I’m a be getting a best nugging
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| From a freshly dressed bitch at the edge of my bed with her head bobbing
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| Goblin, treating her cheaper than lunch in Red Robin
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| I’m out flowing you niggas with quotes, knowing you niggas is jokes, ha
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| If I really go in, you niggas are croked
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| Up shit creek, I’m just throwing you niggas in boat
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| Rocking dookie chain, showing you niggas the ropes crooked
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| I can keep going
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| (Blame the, blame the Crooked letter I), the streets know it
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| (Whole squad get it down like this)
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| (Sheek Louch, God)
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| (Whole squad get it down like this)
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| (Pharoahe fucking Monch, ain’t a damn thang changed)
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| (Whole squad get it down like this)
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| (You can act stupid if you wanna)
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| (Whole squad get it down like this)
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| (Down like this) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down Like This, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song What Goes Around, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп