| Sound the alarm
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| Infamous comes
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| From the slums
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| Lookin' them done
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| Within' they pump
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| Cough the thoughts
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| Bitches are numb
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| Niggas they run
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| All of my guns
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| Droppin' a fuss
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| Filish the wound
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| Bitches are doom
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| At high noon
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| Billy the Kid
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| Splatter his wig
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| Without a clue
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| Niggas get blue
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| Off they shoes
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| What’s up dead fool
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| I got my tools
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| Don’t get the rules
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| It’s up to you
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| What will you do
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| Here comes the rat
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| Here comes the tat
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| Hit 'em with bats
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| Chop off they ass
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| Blow up the gats
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| Don’t hit a mack
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| Infamous packed
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| Down for a jack
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| Ready to buck
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| Wantin' to fuck
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| Testin' my nuts
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| You will get stuck
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| Down in the rut
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| Fillin' the slugs
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| Empty your gut
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| All on the rug
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| (?) dug
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| All on my mug
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| They will pay
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| When I’m comin' with the shanks
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| And my dank
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| And the chains
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| Ballin' up and down the street
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| Lookin' for some shit to creep
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| Niggas knowin' my bogus tags
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| And they pull up they gangsta setts
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| They knowin' bout my roll
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| Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard
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| And dumpin' trick in a ditch
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| That’s my hobby cause I ain’t ready
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| In the bushes where I hang
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| But you want to be a wild thang
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| And throw yo ass up in my face
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| Now I got your little monkey ass
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| No I’m not a scapula
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| So try to break it off with the rest of your dough
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| (?) the rest of yo bag
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| Which will die or bleed elite
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| Watch yo body hit the street
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| (?) they say where you lay
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| No one knows your damn face
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| But I do and that’s a fact
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| Come play the game of pitty pat
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| I thought you on the railroad track
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| Slice yo head and leave you dead
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| I’m takin' care of my mothafuckin' business
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| I ain’t goin' bitch
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| Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be…
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| Ain’t no fuckin' negotiatin'
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| When the nines cocked
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| Don’t get yourself in a situation
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| Straight to a pinebox
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| I think it’s time for meditation
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| To all this crime stop
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| Three 6 known for demonstratin'
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| For makin' bodies drop
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| Sometimes it’s like I’m in a movie
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| Like the movie Scream
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| These niggas don’t say nothing to me
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| Cause I be lookin' mean
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| And if you stick a knife right through me
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| Cut through my bloodstream
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| You hoes ass niggas better kill me
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| Cuase fool this ain’t no dream
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| I’m comin' for you like I’m crazy
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| Straight out the institution
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| Like a mafia member pay me
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| They know there nothin' to it
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| To leave my house lazy
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| And throw her in a sewer
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| The 97 you can’t fade me
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| When I got something to do with it
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| Now we got some killas in the house
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| When you claim you couldn’t tell
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| Do I need to leave it here?
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| (buck, buck, buck)
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| To leave your ass convinced
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| Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes
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| Mack 10's and 12's rebel
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| WE got this under control
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| And when we call this type of deal
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| It’s a splash party
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| When them brains paint the wall
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| It’s Dj Paully all off of ya’ll
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| Watch me blas
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| Watch me grasp for this stash
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| Rip off this mask
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| I done got hotter hope it’s all cash
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| And the n we hopin' in this essense
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| But throw them gats
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| The mask and sacks of cash in Juicy’s Lexus
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| And now we goin' out own separate ways
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| We got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Goin', artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song The End, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп