| If you owe me, its too late to pay
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| He got the money, I gunned him down anyway
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| It’s real boy, my team, real war, hear the straps bang
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| Don’t stay, outside, too late, tonight
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| Full moon, in the sky, please try, to survive
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| Now he standin' there when the big machine comin'
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| He been through a lot boy you still ain’t seen nothin'
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| Till the M1 (?) open up his gut
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| Alotta mothafuckas act Mob
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| I’m a real nigga I don’t act hard
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| 700 buried in my backyard
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| Niggas sell they soul for that, all we did was ask God
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| Fresh back from a strap charge
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| Man I did my time it wasn’t that hard
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| When I’m in there I pushed the black cart
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| You rat your way up outta that, all we did was ask God
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| They know me, love us, JA is so dope
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| That’s all, they say, I’m on, the e-way
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| Gettin' high, cocaine, you’re all, insane
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| Mob shit, foreva, you came, you came
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| To see me perform in a place where most ain’t safe but we still had fun
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| Cause I can remember, I know you remember
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| The gangstas, forever
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| Alotta mothafuckas act Mob
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| I’m a real nigga I don’t act hard
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| 700 buried in my backyard
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| Niggas sell they soul for that, all we did was ask God
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| Fresh back from a strap charge
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| Man I did my time it wasn’t that hard
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| When I’m in there I pushed the black cart
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| You rat your way up outta that, all we did was ask God
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| Jack
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| Brand new machine
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| Come to my hood, we movin' mean
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| New cars, they smell like trees
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| New boys they’ll try to steal my steez
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| But I’m so dope I let it go with ease
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| Then I do my show and the main goons’ll go me
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| New York, overseas, all I wish is death to my enemies
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| Don’t stay, outside, too late, tonight
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| Full moon, in the sky, please try, to survive
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| Alotta mothafuckas act Mob
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| I’m a real nigga I don’t act hard
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| 700 buried in my backyard
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| Niggas sell they soul for that, all we did was ask God
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| Fresh back from a strap charge
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| Man I did my time it wasn’t that hard
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| When I’m in there I pushed the black cart
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| You rat your way up outta that, all we did was ask God |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ask God , by - The Jacka. Song from the album Murder Weapon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп