| Look, the flow so raw you could snort this
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| Of course it’s Conway, it’s Porsches in the driveway of my fortress
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| Know you can’t afford this, so all my enemies turn into corpses
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| Hollow tips burning like torches
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| Broke his jaw with the impact of a horse kick
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| Had the youngin' chop his body up, he got nauseous
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| Flow gon' get me on the Forbes List
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| Until then I’m whippin' raw shit, whippin' 'til I get a sore wrist
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| Got my bitch in Dior shit and more shit
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| I sent on her trips, let her explore shit
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| She bring me raw bricks, this is God’s gift
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| I will smack dog shit outta your favorite artist
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| I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer or the smartest
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| But, I promise, bar for bar, I’m one of the hardest
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| This for them niggas eatin' Jack, Mac and tuna fish
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| Niggas that really do this shit, they say was my influences
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| Niggas that’s really shootin' shit, niggas that really move a brick
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| The way my buzz Disturbin' the Peace, that shit is Ludacris
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| I got shot and they thought I couldn’t do this shit
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| They hated on me but I’m from Buffalo, so I’m used to it
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| Don’t confuse me with one of these rap niggas, I clap niggas
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| I get a little time, I’ma do the shit
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| I spit the truest shit, nigga
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| Fuck you thought, nigga?
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| Word in the street, the boy’s lookin' for you
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| You ordered a beef then they gon' cook it for you
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| I’m from where the base head still cook with foil
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| And they send the mercenaries out lookin' for you
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| My clothes smellin' like the hallway 'cause I went through hell up in the
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| hallway
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| And all I seen was fiends off of Broadway
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| So, walkin' home, I took the long way
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| Even them chicks I treated the wrong way
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| They be sayin', «Yo, Term, I fuck wit' you the long way»
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| Contrary to what the law say, My candy concealed listenin' to that Conway
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| These rappers act real tough when the song play
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| But when it’s beef, they turn into the entree
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| Watch 'em all get extorted soon as the Don say
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| Some put up a fight, but in the end, they all pay
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| Had some weeks it was all great
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| On the run and all I could do was parlay
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| Shell casings where your mom’s stay
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| 'Cause we just shot up the fuckin' block in broad day
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| A sip of 'Zay make 'em Cassius Clay
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| 96 Niles influencin' the raps I say
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| Same hood I grew up in, that’s where I stayed
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| Trappin' out the Hyundai, Sapphire, Bombay
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| 'Ology |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Termanator & The Machine, artist - Termanology. Album song Bad Decisions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп