| Fuck niggaz though it was man?
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| Right, right, uh-huh
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| I’ma holla at 'em dog
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| Nah mean
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| Got my nigga, Mike B South suicide Queens
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| X-million, bout to tear it down wit my nigga
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| You know? |
| Stick holla at 'em dog
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| I’m gettin tired of the war stories, kid I heard 'em all
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| And before they could fake and make up another one that’s false
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| I’ma take it and break it down, so yall could knock it off
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| It’s my call, in my corner they too soft
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| Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck, don’t need much
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| But heat in the truck, weed in the dutch, beats I’m beatin 'em up Streetsweepin 'em up, niggaz deals is suckers
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| More than the game, don’t let the fame go to your brain
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| I’m still in the rain, where lives get caught in the drain
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| It’s nothin to me, niggaz ain’t fuckin wit me I dump at your v and leave you niggaz slumped in your seat
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| Jump if it’s beef, but wolves need somethin to eat
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| Nigga dollar signs cover my eyes, gucci material
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| Bottom line, hand on my nine wit no serial
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| First class flights and TV’s is digital
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| You could bust guns and get it right homey
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| Up in the club, we came to get it gully
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| Smoke weed, drink henny, man get it ugly
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| Hard liquor for sure, cause we don’t pop bubbly
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| Load up your steel, nigga dump it only
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| We don’t talk, true story, all about our money
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| From the streets we ride, you know our style homey
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| If shorty wanna bounce wit us then she out homey
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| Shit, cause it’s all official
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| Load your pistol, I ain’t right and I’m sure to hit you
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| Shoot through walls, you could die with your bitch too
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| So ladies, get out the way first
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| You gotta be kiddin dog, I got to spray first, nigga
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| Turn your promotional van into a hearse
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| Oh, bitches love the way I sit in the drop, pull up in the spot
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| They suck cock off the strength of the watch
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| Lil’homey, and that’s alone
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| Fuck you got guns for if your gats at home?
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| You need to have 'em on your waste like me Run, duck, hide from the jake like me Been around the world on fake ID
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| I got businesses, shot witnesses
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| Bottom line: X-1 is hot with this shit
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| Yo woozy, googly and cookie
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| Roofies and usually on two-three
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| Luny, disrespectful and moody
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| Stupid, I hate the world I’m too into me Drink until I throw up and smoke until I tweak
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| Can’t see me settle for less until I peak
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| Two milly, I’m too willy
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| Fifty thousand pills a week, I’m too filthy
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| Stocks and realty, crops and feel we Scotch and wisky, I pop til I’m twisty
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| Talented and gifty, fuck til I’m limp D
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| I’m so empty, everybodies finish |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Do It, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song Decade...but Wait It Gets Worse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп