| Hah
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| They said they missed me like this
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| Eight laws
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| Don’t post all the crack, all the weed that you sellin' when you in the trap,
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| first law
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| Don’t post the locations, you beefing with niggas, they know where you at,
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| second law
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| Get the money, don’t flash it, you count it and wrap it and stack it
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| You know that’s the third law
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| Them niggas keep acting while I keep on rapping, the streets keep saying they
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| want more
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| I put my hood on the map
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| If you talkin' different, just know that it’s gun talk
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| And if you talk crazy, I’m lining you up
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| Then it’s gon' really be gun talk
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| You see that’s Buda that’s switchin' the beat
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| I’m in the booth when I’m spitting the heat
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| Motivating these niggas, I feel like I’m Meek
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| If I tell you don’t look then you better not peep
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| Ask for a pack, be done in a week
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| I got some shooters, I’ll know they’ll tweak
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| I got some shooters who ready to tweak
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| I’m only talkin' like this for the street
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| They said they missed me like this
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| They said that I’m changin' up with all the autotune
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| Y’all know that I’m real, I got me a deal
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| Now I feel the old Porter comin' soon
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| I know some niggas who playin' the block
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| Who hustle for nickels and quarters too
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| They business at 7, it’s almost 11
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| No guessing, it might be a quarter to
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| This is the facts, I put it in rap
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| I’m tired of hearing the politics
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| And no, I ain’t worried, I don’t give a fuck
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| If I ain’t missing a dollar, bitch (Facts)
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| Comin' up, this is like law number four
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| This is a law that you cannot ignore
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| You sellin' that work, you better not talk
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| Them coppers gon' come in and kick in your door
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| Got me some paper, I want me some more
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| I’m tryna be with my gang on the tour
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| Runnin' the score, I don’t care what it cost
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| I’m showing niggas that I am a boss
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| Calling me Porter, I feel like the man
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| I hate all the suckers like Alpo
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| Say that’s your brother and rat on your mans
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| Disrespect, that is the utmost
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| Nigga, that’s law number five
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| No matter the time, don’t rat on your guys (At all)
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| This shit be exposing my mind
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| The closer they to you, man, you’d be suprised
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| And nigga, it get dangerous
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| All of these bitches is lyin' and settin' up
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| She tellin' you slide, you touchin' your thighs
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| Then all them niggas gon' stick you up
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| You see, that’s law number six
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| M.O.B., money over a bitch
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| I gotta walk with the grip
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| Nine shots when we walk with the clip
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| And you see, that’s law number seven
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| No disrespecting if a nigga in Heaven
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| And nigga, that’s law number eight
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| Just follow these in the hood, and you great, gang
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| Grrt |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 8 Laws , by - TJ Porter. Song from the album Voice Of The Trenches, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп