| Shadow and Trigonom
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| Killin' that ass like anthrax, bitch
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| Ain’t no tellin' when we gonna hit
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| Hahaha, yeah, check it out
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| I’ll make your head snap back
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| Helmets get crack in the back house
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| We smoke out 'till you black out
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| That’s how we do it out here
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| Cats try but they don’t come near
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| Stand clear out the way
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| I ain’t stoppin' or slowing down
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| Where’s this so called king of rap, I’ll snatch his crown
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| Clowns talk loud but ain’t down for their own shit
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| Their life wasn’t opened booked and I closed it
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| The world knows ain’t know one sicka
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| Then Shadow and Trigonom, we drop bombs
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| Calm and collective, you get affected
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| Around me and my dawgs, you get neglected
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| Necklaces, bracletes, and watches, relentless
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| Give a fuck if somebody’s watchin'
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| I’m +Born Without A Konscience+, smooth and cautious
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| Prowl through your block and put an end to this nonsence
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| I don’t know what they told you, bitch I’m a soldier
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| You’ll never find me sober, it ain’t over 'till it’s over — yeah
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| Yeah, all my soldiers get your march on
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| Shit, ain’t no stoppin' in this bitch
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| Shadow with my dawg Triga
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| Fuckin' bomb like a nomm
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| Even in the day you’ll find them dark spots
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| Shadows'…the reason they avoid them dark blocks
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| The Untouchable… motherfuckers with the small pox
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| Step in to the place and watch they fuckin' jaws drop
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| That’s the families of the last fools that wanted them dead
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| The last thing they said was «Here come them baldheads»
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| It ain’t fair but it’s reality
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| Nothin but drugs, slugs, and causalities, that’s police mentality
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| Tell me, how would you handle this
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| They pulled out they sticks, I pulled out my dick
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| Trigonom packin' much power
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| Tell your gang they’ll have to jump me in for half an hour
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| And I’m still standing, respect we demanding
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| Oh, you got a gat, bitch I got this fucking cannon
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| But I’ll have more fun just leaving you neck strangeled
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| Kinda insane though, rollin' with this cat from Diego
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| Got that additude, like we don’t give a fuck (WHAT)
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| You’ll need a brain, I drive in to your house with my truck (WHAT)
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| Puffin' on this stuff makes me even meaner
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| A couple felonies can’t even count the misdemeanors
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| All through the streets you hear is names on they lips
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| But Shadow after this they better call you eclipse (why)
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| Cause you hittin' big plus outta Trigg
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| Aw naw, the reason that they nerves a call
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| Do the math young cat to us your all kittens
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| Diego to Oxnard we hard hittin'
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| Switching in and out of the car pool lane
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| Puffin' on something purple, takin' it to the brain
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| See I stay at a level your ass can’t reach
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| If you don’t want trouble don’t open your beak
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| You get treatment, looks can be decievein'
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| Trigonom and the Don bitch believin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Ain't Over (feat. Trigonometry) , by - TrigonometrySong from the album A Name U Kan't Touch, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп