| High off Hennessy and weed, I’mma act a damn fool
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| Ain’t no where to run, ain’t nowhere to hide
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| Cause we makin' death threat phone calls
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| Plenty killers wait outside
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| Waitin' for you to make a move
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| Waitin' for you to make a move
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| When I get my hands on you ain’t no tellin' what I do
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| Trail yo kids from home to school
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| Chop their bodies in there too
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| Bury 'em in the backyard, use they blood to fill my pool
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| Fill it up til’s nothing left, tape record the face of death
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| Evil voices in my mind tellin' me to kill myself
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| … tell you
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| You say I run into you must spit rounds
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| Snuff mounds with oriental writing were on the ground
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| Drop down the martial … lock down
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| Watch out, they straps out and blood goes POW POW!
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| I’m allowed to get a little rowdy about now
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| Bitch it’s sixty-six-hundred-six slugs bitch he growl
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| Infamous gets hella wicked rough when I spill guts
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| Ridiculous idiot, street sweeper hit you up
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| Let’s ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
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| Here is the blast, why did you look into that mask?
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| Ball in the 'burban as we finish up our task
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| The dirty work, but dirty work there is no ask-in questions
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| Teaches lessons by the bullets I be stressin'
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| My mind is out there kinda high in the sky
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| I finna go and kill my alibi, alibi
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| No reason why he must die, he might just tell a lie
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| Never been 'bout this Prophet bitch
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| … shit
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| As soon as I’m steppin' up on that (?) them niggas (?) now
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| Niggas (?) now
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| Listen (?) I’m tryin' to tell you how them niggas sellin' out
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| We three deep in that (?)
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| (?) my food now I got grease stains on my food
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| Ain’t no thang, we at the spot, we sweep it out of my ride
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| The whole scenery remindin' me of good times
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| Mane I gotta cock 'em up, I gotta hit the dust
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| I gotta touch 'em up, I bust 'em up
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| Them niggas are wearin' they Glock up
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| Let’s ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
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| Heidi ho silver! |
| Like a lone ranger
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| Hollow in the chamber, put yourself in danger
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| Project ain’t a stranger to drama …
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| Hit yo ass blowed off in front of kids and wife
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| Nigga what’s beef? |
| You can see me in the street!
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| I’mma show you what’s real, you can see me in your grill
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| As you lookin' in my eyes I been lookin' through the mask
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| Stick the gun in your mouth as the motherfucker blast
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| Cash nigga straight to hell, I can be the devil too
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| High off hennessy and weed, I’mma act a damn fool
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| When I run up on you that is where yo body lay
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| Cockin' back the tool that I spray and spray and spray
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| I don’t give a fuck, turn yo spot in a blood bath
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| Dirty South hoe on a motherfuckin' war path
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| Leavin' toe tags and we blast with the AK
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| Rollin' off fast on the scene D.O.A-A
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| High off Hennessy and weed, I’mma act a damn fool
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| Let’s ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Ride Nigga , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album Prophet's Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп