| Back on the block, nigga, chains on the rocks, nigga
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| Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, nigga
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| Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag
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| Up 2 fingers: they don’t get the ski mask!
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| This is body bag shit, that open the bag spliff
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| Coke in your lungs, a muthafuckin monster is what I’ve become
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| Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar’s stove
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| Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so.
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| Brat! |
| Brat brat! |
| 50 rounds’ll knock you niggas down
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| Ben Affleck from The Town. |
| This is my town nigga
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| King, mayor, all that. |
| Niggas better fall back
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| Bullets in your ballcap. |
| P-U-S-S-Y: that’s what I call cats
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| Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back
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| Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat
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| Red Album, bitch, everything else all-black
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| Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat
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| Red Album, nigga, everything else all-black
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| Niggas keep saying that they run this town
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| They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
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| Niggas keep playing when we come around
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| I run them down, they wanted now
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| Niggas keep saying that they run this town
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| They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
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| Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
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| Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds
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| Niggas better break bread and niggas better play dead
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| I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head
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| Everything’s straight red: my bitch, my car, the tip of my cigar
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| My Philly hat, my scarf
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| Y’all niggas pushing light weight
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| Ryan Russell niggas falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face
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| The fucking boosters in danger, ain’t a mic safe
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| Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, nigga, Mike Jake
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| 4th album, cause I do my shit the right way
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| And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
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| I’mma have a nice bitch sitting in the white 6
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| Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick
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| And I’m write sick, meaning that my bars ill
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| Bout to fuck the world up, nigga, I’m an oil spill
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| In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin' like Picasso, bitch
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| But I draw steel
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| Niggas keep saying that they run this town
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| They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
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| Niggas keep playing when we come around
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| I run them down, they wanted now
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| Niggas keep saying that they run this town
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| They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
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| Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
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| Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds
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| I ain’t never gave no fuck, why would I start now?
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| Everytime I get on the track, it’s black hawk down
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| I declare war, pulling niggas' cars now
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| And I ain’t gotta fuck Sarah Palin to lay the law down
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| Birds: knock em all down
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| You could push record now
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| Used to ball like Chris Paul, I’m John Ward now
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| Still bang Dogg Pound, I don’t like how y’all sound
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| Gun butt a nigga in the grill, try to floss now
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| I set the bridge on fire — try to cross now
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| Still fuck Benzino, I don’t care who run The Source now
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| I got magazines inside of magazines
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| Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
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| Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now
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| Spread my fingers when I chew from Georgetown
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| Think it’s a movie than it’s AI Georgetown
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| But if it ain’t a
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| I’m busting with the 4 pounds |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Town , by - The Game. Song from the album The Blackwall Street, Vol. 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп