| The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game
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| I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down
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| What, who want it know?
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| Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down
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| The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game
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| I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down
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| What, who want it know?
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| Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down
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| Right now, every nigga out here got a problem
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| My money ain’t right, nigga, I’m damn near starvin'
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| 'Bout to murk something for real, I’m down to my last
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| Either I’m getting killed or getting my hands on some cash
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| All the dues that I paid, I want back, niggas owe me
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| Y’all done fucked up, turned me back to the old me
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| I done lost the Hummer, the Benz, and the Rover
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| The mansion I had going through a foreclosure
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| See me in the hood, think I’m good, well I’m not
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| Look at me wrong, I’ll put you in a wood box
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| Following home whoever got the cash in here
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| Fuck that star shit, I ain’t been platinum in years
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| Look, I’ll let your family go, son, first thing tomorrow
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| But today, I need you to make a withdrawal
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| All them bullshit movies ain’t getting me paid
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| Making scale for an actor, that’s minimum wage
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| Sign 100 dollar bills on some autograph shit while I’m broke?
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| Fuck that, I’m robbing all these bastards!
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| I don’t eat? |
| Nobody don’t eat no more
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| I make your life Hell, you have to tip toe to the store
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| Straight slap a nigga, stomp him out, no time to argue
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| Spaz out and take my frustration out on you
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| My moms taught me better, but her breath was wasted
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| So what, you work hard for yours? |
| I work hard to take it!
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| The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game
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| I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down
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| What, who want it know?
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| Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down
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| The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game
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| I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down
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| What, who want it know?
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| Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down
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| Get my money right, Sticky on that Brooklyn bullshit
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| I got guns, nigga, and I’m quick to pull it
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| How I go from being the illest back to being poor?
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| Guess I wasn’t always the sharpest knife in the drawer
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| I ain’t got my own clothes line or none of that shit
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| Only asset I own is this gun on my hip
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| I never punch the clock but always have plenty of money
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| My type of 9 to 5 could get you a 10 to 20
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| I ain’t graduate school, I ain’t got no degrees
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| Only training that I got is what I learned in the streets
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| You know, chop a nigga’s head, sell a nigga’s heat
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| Do a stick up here and there, serving niggas weed
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| Twelve years I carried the whole hood on my back
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| Seem like they tryna write me out the book of rap
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| But fuck that! |
| I leave my mark across the border
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| Fuck, I’ll pull a Columbine at the Source Awards
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| Gon' die anyway, fuck it, make it excitin'
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| This ain’t music! |
| Nigga, this my life that I’m writin'
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| Take away the diamonds, the money, and all of the fame
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| Man to man, I’m iller than any nigga in this fucking game!
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| The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game
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| I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down
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| What, who want it know?
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| Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down
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| The streets know I’m 'bout to debo the whole fucking game
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| I ain’t playing around, laying niggas down
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| What, who want it know?
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| Run your mouth, nigga, see if I don’t gun you down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Debo The Game , by - Sticky Fingaz. Song from the album A Day In The Life, in the genre Саундтреки