| Them say no, and you come
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| That’s why you kill da king
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| King that he will fade away
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| But refresh everyday man
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| Now when it come to sum bizness
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| Its we that run the scene
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| Cause we fresh and green, come
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| Yeah, graveyard shift, meet the grim reaper
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| Sickle to your features, balance that like a Libra
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| Scale yeah I’m off that
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| Derailing all your thoughts on this track
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| All this wax I should make a candle fac-tory better
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| Glory all facts his-tory in the making, I am that
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| (Chea, Chea, Chea, Chea)
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| Victory is sweet enough to eat, bon appetite
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| Pull up a chair and eat
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| You buffoons couldn’t walk in my shoes
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| If we were sharing feet
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| Mind too cool, dominion can’t compare they just some glarin geeks
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| In real life, perpetrate like mike only a pair of sneaks
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| Level 3, skeeter tried to squack I didn’t care to speak
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| Burgundy, polo went public I can’t prepare to teach
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| Smoking like Santonio Holmes
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| When the camera go flash, I get the feeling at home
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| Under the avalanche
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| Guess that’s how ghetto survival, syndrome fuck the system
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| A nigga woke up to get on screaming
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Uh,(yo, yo, yo) ah, yeah, yeah, let me get my shit off
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| Dome piece a nigga his shit was gonna before I slid off
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| Yeah, yeah, let me get my shit off
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| Grab me a bag of work now watch how fast that fucker get off
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| Yeah, have the money flipping in oz, go get up
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| Throw somethin hot in yo oven dawgs
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| Nigga, we motherfucking bout it bout it
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| Get rowdy, rowdy, I’m a ghetto dog
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| Go head inside it
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| Yo, my niggas cry freedom like Nelson Mandela
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| Played by Morgan Freeman
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| I be walking with the giants like the G men
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| Hit the pussy like semen
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| Hood angels I be fighting demons I’m excited
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| At the chance just to get even
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| So I play the odds, pray to god
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| Poker face chips like I’m playing cards
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| My chick like Felicia Rashad in the face
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| Hale Berry waist with the grace of sade
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| I take her out just to party, everybody say
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Understood by those that blossom by MLK
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| Cocooned in a one bedroom, interjects, all in yay
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| Brainstorm philosophies on getting k’s and getting away
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| On gang injunction with the jail for nathen yesterday
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| Fuck the swines all they want is a cheaper nigga broke
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| Contradicting tycoons and the candy crips and cigarette
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| Porky gotta eat his heart When he see my super sport
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| What they done to my folks
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| I charge it to her pink toes
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| They done fucked up and let this watts nigga get on
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| It’s my time to eat so I’m bout to get my grill on
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| George former ho, storm on the flow
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| Steady getting fetti, either rap guns will blow
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| Step inside this bitch they looking like wanna go toe to toe
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| These hands like pitbulls and now I let these fuckers go
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| So I think you need to let them motherfuckers know
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| These choppers leave they fucking heads spinning like some stop and go’s
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fair Fight, artist - Strong Arm Steady. Album song Stereotype, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп