| …Head-bustin' is in my nature, fuck wit' me, I erase ya
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| Run wit' only the real, cuz fake niggas puts to stay shut
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| All I know is the street projects, bricks, and hallways
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| How to get rid of beef, grab my K' and let it spray
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| Untamed Guerilla, 'bout spinnin' benz, wodie and gettin' it rid of 'ya
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| I was taught that way
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| But nigga get out of order, shoot that bitch in his face
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| Size me up, fuck it nigga, I’m catchin' the case
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| Growin' Out behind mine, can’t let no nigga playa me
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| If it gets too much for me I call my nigga Baby
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| We gon' ride nigga, better be ready somebody gon' die nigga
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| We gon' burn 'em up, make his head sizzle
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| Light his block up like City Park, when it’s Christmas
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| Can’t miss it we gon' hit him, +Checkmate+ him
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| Give him a straight dome shot
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| Bitch nigga get it right cuz you will get chopped
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| Untamed Guerrilla, Uptown fo' sho'
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| Gettin' full of that raw, Mag Melph-Calliope
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| (Look, look, look)
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| Nigga I’m Untamed, quik, to-jack a nigga for cocaine
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| When I steal a nigga, it’s tha close range
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| Realest they come, never play no game, I bust your ass nigga
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| Fake 'em both’ll out, won’t last nigga
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| Fearin' nothing, this way, you ain’t no bad nigga
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| You better get it right and keep it right
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| Cuz I dress in Killa-Wear, you won’t sleep at night
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| Hit yo block when it’s dark, ssshit I just might
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| Me and Craig come wit' choppers and you gon' lose your life
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| I’m nothin nice, nothin descent, know you heard about me
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| Soon as the beef start nigga, the guerilla’ll come out me
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| And knock you all out, left dead in the scene people fall out
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| That’s what happen to you when you got a loud mouth
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| You gon' do something, know I’m talkin 'bout and be about it
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| I’ma shoot somethin, well shoot, I ain’t gon' speak about it
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| I’ma hit you in yo dome, blood gon' leak about it
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| Leave you dead on the scene, live nigga, I doubt it
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| Untamed Guerilla, Uptown fo' sho'
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| Gettin' full of that raw, Mag Melph-Calliope
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| I’m a lil' nigga feel like a giant wit' a gun
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| Quick to kill niggas cuz I’m real as they come
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| Got a chopper wit' a drum, I ain’t lose yet
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| Nigga play if ya want, your life, lose that
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| +It's All On U+ black, tryin' to be hard niggas
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| Spin a ben, bullets flippin', and spinnin' yo dome nigga
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| Thuggin' since pampers, I never was a hoe
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| Spit yo shit to the flat, leave yo brains on the flo'
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| You know I get’s dirty, I’m low down cuz’n
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| Got eleven under my belt, one more would mean a dozen
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| I’ma type nigga, who really don’t give a fuck
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| Ask them nigga my background watch 'em, they tell yo luck
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| I don’t give a fuck about, how many niggas you kKilled
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| Who you can to, nigga your brain can get spilled
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| Bitch-ass, pussy-ass, jive-ass-nigga
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| Want the rice at tha Chinese wedding, sissyfied-ass-nigga
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| Untamed Guerrilla, Uptown fo' sho'
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| Gettin' full of that raw, Mag Melph-Calliope |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Untamed Guerilla , by - Turk. Song from the album Young & Thuggin', in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп