| Feelin kinda tense and angry
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| Gotta let out my frustration y’know?
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| Yeah yeah, B. K
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| Agi, yo yo.
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| I’m CHARGED! |
| You phony-ass platinum rap stars
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| CHARGIN! |
| Niggas ain’t givin back thinkin they large
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| I’m CHARGIN! |
| Niggas spin bullshit thinkin they Gods
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| I’m CHARGED! |
| I got the gat on alla y’all
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| I’m CHARGED!
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| The high adrenaline, rap veteran, rap better than
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| Fuck you and your album in the stores the shit is sellin in
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| I blow shit, cast a rock too, plus a Glock too
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| Fuck a bitch I let her suck your cock too
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| Do what you go to
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| Man I turn the dial pump the volume I’m about to wild soon
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| Flippin up a style for these heads like Vi-dal Sassoon
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| I smoke mad boom, suckin chronic, like a vacumn
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| Make fuckin deals outside the club bathroom
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| Cork champagne like your, stomach’s immune
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| I’m in the room behind the bookshelf where the cards get dealt
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| Transactions, money business along with heavy action
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| Big spenders cash give us REAL satisfaction
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| Man I, make beats and rhymes it’s sorta like a threat
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| My shit is, takin off so I’m sorta like a jet
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| My rhymes burn niggas like gas inside of a Corvette
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| Do the three-sixty spin, and all that shit
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| The beast rip the stones of the watch what you call that kid?
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| Bezel — yeah my level, is all that kid
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| Plus a rebel don’t, make me have to push in your wig
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| They did it to B.I.G. |
| — them niggas from New York can’t live
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| Unless you smackin em down, backin em down, back in your town
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| With the forty-four, mac and a pound, blastin rounds
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| Snatchin your crown, it’s time to start passin it down
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| It ain’t nuttin like a, lick of mega ice, holdin it down
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| You rollin for now? |
| Me and Tone’ll pull out your file
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| You notice the style, none of y’all goin the mile
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| I’m goin your pow, flip verses to show em it’s wild
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| Niggas don’t wanna step in the ring
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| They just throw in the towel
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| Matter of fact I’m the opposite meanin of trash
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| Just copped a brand new 6, and I’m leanin on the dash
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| No longer fiendin for the cash
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| Park a whip, ride a bike on your ass
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| Stop the show and grab the mic on your ass
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| With my nigga Tony Touch, on the 1 and 2 Technics
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| Taino indian cats, shinin, as we speak
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| The terminology of the logic, it’s all psychologic
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| Man, I think you cornball rappers is garbage
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| And I’m charged! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Adolf "8-Off" Agallar , by - Tony Touch. Song from the album The Piece Maker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп