| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Lord, lord
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| AK the illest, bring faith to your villages
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| Pass me the cake and an eighth of that killa'
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| Your brain is at stake, break away or be dinner plate
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| Smoking on broccoli, help her hyperventilate
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| Haters gon' hate, but the winners gon' finish race
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| Don’t let me demonstrate, that’s how your men get slayed
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| Floating on OG, can’t replicate
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| Stay on the west, so the cous' gotta regulate
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| Know we gon' elevate, fuck what a peasant say
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| Just let the resume resonate heavily
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| Soon as I hop out, them chicks form assembly
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| Christ of this century, so they befriendin' me, uh
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| Enemies hope for the end of this energy
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| Spreadin' that evil, them spirits can’t enter me
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| Puffin' on diesel, no ego the remedy
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| Holiest entity, fuck is you sayin', G?
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| S.O.A., I’m a rider (uh, huh!)
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| Trapped in yo' conscience, my nigga, you wildin' (uh, huh!)
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| Sail cross the seven seas, nigga, Poseidon (uh, huh!)
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| Spreadin' the truth with my shooter beside me (let's go)
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| Wish he would front by the end of my blunt
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| We make sure he get jumped, ain’t no more 1 on 1's
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| Two shots to the lungs, bet he fall like a bum
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| That’s drunk off the rum, hope his homies would come (let's go)
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| That’s why I be talkin' 'bout peace, man (that's right)
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| 'Cause where I’m from, these niggas’ll blam you as soon as you reach, fam
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| I’m stuck off this blunt, rollin' up 'til it’s stuffed, motherfucker,
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| that’s three grams (three grams)
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| Think you fuckin' with the gods, you must be out yo' mind
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| Mothafuckas be tweakin'
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| Two shots for your weak gang
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| Wait, wait, wait
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| My niggas don’t play, my niggas don’t play
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| Them niggas is fake, fake, fake
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| Don’t fuck with the snakes, don’t fuck with the snakes
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| Y’all niggas ain’t safe, safe, safe
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| Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my face
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| Nigga’s life is a waste, waste, waste
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| Gon' find another nigga to come and take yo' place (go!)
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| Shout out to all of this ganja
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| Blowin' down trees like a new forest fire
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| Nigga not quittin', I thought of retiring
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| 'Til I done realize these niggas is tired
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| All I gotta do is drop them that fire
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| So I’m tying up my shoes, tell 'em try me
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| Got 'em singing blues, these niggas is choirs
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| I don’t fuck with fools, a nigga stay silent (uh)
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| Sippin' and puffin' on green
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| Fuck with growers, watch them cut down the trees
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| Cut it, bag it, flip it, ship it to me
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| Got it on the arm, that’s basically free
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| Paid to talk, a nigga livin' the dream
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| Spend a hundred dollars, four of the lean
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| Mary Jane, we married that faithfully
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| Do the drugs, the drugs, they never do me
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| Wait, wait, wait
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| My niggas don’t play, my niggas don’t play
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| Them niggas is fake, fake, fake
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| Don’t fuck with the snakes, don’t fuck with the snakes
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| Y’all niggas ain’t safe, safe, safe
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| Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my face
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| Nigga’s life is a waste, waste, waste
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| Gon' find another nigga to come and take yo' place (go!)
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| UA take over the atlas and draw with the AK, that’s 4−7 balance
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| So vacate, don’t challenge, got artistic talents
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| That’s just what she said, then I made her my canvas
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| I came up from Flatbush, made it on my own
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| Now we established, smoke one to the dome
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| It’s a new chapter, pages to my soul
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| Got to keep one eye open and stay on yo' toes
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| My nigga, play your role
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| (My nigga, play your role)
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| (My nigga, play your role)
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| Wheely, pop up on a nigga blocka'
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| If he think he harder 'cause a nigga conscious
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| Gotta keep the choppa' just to cease the nonsense
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| But we fight for peace, know that the kids are watching
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| Known to keep it G always, I’m Joseph Stalin wildin'
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| Chased my dreams, homie, now money pilin'
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| Hollering Hallelujah spit that bombin' fluid
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| Taught her Karma Sutra, gave her body bruises
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| If you want it, I got it, one quick maneuver
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| Try to diss the rulers, we got distant shooters
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| I’m the highest, blow chronic if there’s a roof
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| Indigo army, we mobbin' like, «where's the loot?»
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| Got a problem? |
| Got no time, you too minuscule
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| Fuck all yo' questions, you know I hate interviews
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| In a few seconds, could knock some sense into you
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| Bittersweet interlude, quickly bring end to you imbeciles
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| Know you pretend and you lame
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| Couldn’t enter in my circle, no way
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| All my niggas out here making some change
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| As we sit at the top, take a look where we came
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| Now the game ain’t the same |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Your Place, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Evermore - The Art of Duality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп