| Always got the pack now that’s a fact, I’m like a cholo
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| You know the game we stay in tact we mafioso
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| Don’t hit my jack, let’s sip on racks so I’m like «Oh no»
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| These niggas act like they can match just cook it slow though, woah woah
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| Nigga’s see me out that’s very rare I keep it lowkey
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| Gotta keep me segregated from the niggas that don’t know me
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| Cause these niggas hesitate and I keep ruins as my homie’s
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| Quick to pop a fuckin' nigga, if you disrespect the holy
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| Now let me get it, ugh, nigga could get deaded
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| But I’d rather count my cheese, than move the people like a reverend
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| Just know I said it, ugh, Indigo protected
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| Put my life up on a line, don’t disrespect my fucking message
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| My niggas reppin', never half-steppin'
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| Super-duper lethal weapon, yeah I’m gone in 60 seconds
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| And I’m grindin' for a check, get some new shit for the set
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| If a nigga got a problem, we’ll be coming for you next
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| What you in here for?
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| What you in here for?
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| All my niggas we dismember folks, the cold December flow
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| Feed you poison, we the antidote
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| Them boys like they were chose, they heal the globe
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| They fill their hopes, and steal your hopes
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| Fo' sho', fo' sho', fo' sho'
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| My niggas keep on reppin', you know the gang we built to last
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| You niggas keep half-steppin', I see your future through the past
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| I let that good smoke set in, I blow this shit down like my last
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| You better use your weapon, my money like a 40 cal
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| My nigga Doughey with the shits he keep that 40 on his lap
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| Torch it just like a camel raise it up where niggas at
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| We don’t fuck around with defense keep the team inside attack
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| Keep a hundred niggas with me, best believe a couple strapped
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| When my instincts take control, instant transmission to the dough
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| While your bitch on my guest list, you pay admission to the show
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| Niggas be dissin', gonna need morticians from the flow
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| I do my AK rendition and spray the clips out from the dome
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| Since we hit the scene ain’t hard to see we out your league
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| I ain’t had no pot to pee just popped the smoke and broccoli
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| Gotta pay the paper, no hoe get no guap from me
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| I’m just tryna elevate and orchestrate the prophecy
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| AK never cop a plea I cop the 'dro ain’t got no seeds
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| Drop my baby LSD the reason I ain’t afraid to dream
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| All my niggas rated G, I ride for them they ride for me
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| Play your role and stay asleep while we awoke fuckin' your brain nigga, bang
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| What you in here for?
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| What you in here for?
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| All my niggas we dismember folks, the cold december flow
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| Feed you poison, we the antidote
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| Them boys like they were chose, they heal the globe
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| They fill their hopes, and steal your hopes
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| Fo' sho', fo' sho', fo' sho'
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| My niggas keep on reppin', you know the gang we built to last
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| You niggas keep halfsteppin', I see your future through the past
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| I let that good smoke set in, I blow this shit down like my last
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| You better use your weapon, my mind like a 40 cal |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40 Cal, artist - The Underachievers. Album song It Happened In Flatbush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп