| The ganja I’m chokin'
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| The laws’ll get broken
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| The pussies are open
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| The killas is scopin'
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| The (?) is smokin'
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| Is bloodily soakin'
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| The Scarecrow
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| The sicker
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| The Snizote I’m locin'
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| We up in the attic
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| My victim in panic
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| They try to get franic
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| Got blowed off the planet
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| They don’t understand it Soldiers can’t stand it That’s how I planned it Fuck you goddamnit
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| My automatic
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| Ready for static
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| Blastery tragic
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| Have you in plastic
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| Way my mind be twisted
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| Got me itchin’gotta have it Niggas want to approach Lord Infamous
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| But I am loco I will blow
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| Your head off your shoulders
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| (Project Pat)
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| Mister murderer robbers
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| Niggas with some charges
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| You fake mothafuckas
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| We gonna finish what you started
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| Yo heart is a nigga set
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| Bitch you best ah have a gat
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| Smoke a nigga
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| With that trigga
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| Memphis nigga Project Pat
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| I’m down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin’spree
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| Once we get into it dog
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| You gonna have to murder me Who I be
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| I’m hidin’in the bushes layin'
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| Push us to the ground
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| Ghetto clown
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| Off your blood you shall drown
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| (Koopsta Knicca)
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| Too dim not today
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| Now the koopstas off the streets
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| Only real G’s close to me He’s (?)
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| People sayin’folks
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| Tryin’to take me as a joke
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| But this pimp shit bitch
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| Can’t go I ti-zook all of you hoes
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| Loadin’up my mind
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| Daily fuckin’my patience
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| Runnin’from my visitations
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| Just the coo fool can ya face me Claim to be my friend
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| When ya takin’a second look
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| I guess it’s on then
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| Big bizness bitch
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| No money on my book
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| Manne this shit is hectic
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| So I’m callin’up to got
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| Me and my charge partna booga
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| He’s a rapper down with us Party (?) 17's where I dwell
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| Stale (?) on my shelf
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| I’m fellin’as if I’m in hell
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| Yea soon I be bailed
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| Pale well if it’s swell
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| Triple platinum with the (?)
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| Deja Vu fuck when I left
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| Oh me isn’t this a binitch
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| Please excuse me for my frenech
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| But you writin’all these lyrics
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| If ya hear me then ya feel me
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| (Crunchy Black)
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| In the hood where I dwell
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| And I dwell real well
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| For you playa hatin’ass bitches
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| Manne you might as well burn in hell
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| When you smell the aroma
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| >From them blunts when I hit corners
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| Don’t you duck
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| Don’t you dodge
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| Cuase it’s only gonna be Murder murder on my mind
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| Leavin’blank in the pass
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| When you drop that fuckin’glass
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| Manne I bet’cha I kill yo ass
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| Nigga pop with the glock
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| In a pine fuckin’box
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| Don’t you try to call the fuckin’cop
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| Cause a nigga ain’t gonna stop
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| (Project Pat)
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| Shootin', cappin', jack and chill
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| Lettin’you so calleds know the deal
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| Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel
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| Roll yo dice bitch and you real
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| Fuckin’with the click, the crew, the clan
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| You gon’recognize
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| G’s swangin’out they trees
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| Have you stankin’with the flies
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| Cries comin’up out yo mouth
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| But they muffled by the tone
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| When I pull the trigga back
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| You enter the enternal zone
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| Southside killas
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| Always stayin’strapped with them thangs
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| Project Pat
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| Memphis, Tennessee
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| Where them killaz hang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where Da Killaz Hang , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album The End, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп