| Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches
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| Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office
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| Crunch time steroid big boy ditches
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| Eyes that lay for blood money riches
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| Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker
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| Arch-crime Hitler, lurking with the lifter
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| Shift the man vs. man heavy on the hands
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| Chef in the kitchen cooking love love. |
| slam!
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| Blow out the stash; |
| keep the bundle in the bush and the trash
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| G-up, burn rubber for the reup. |
| fast
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| Terrible lung split frame for reala
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| One-man go low hit man guerilla
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| Whispering there something of a thriller, killer
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| Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff
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| Dirty tombs diggin' you and my duty
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| Rudy, mighty rap now toss another beauty
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| Truly yours Golden Arms New York native
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| Talk, shank in my mouth now gangsta walk
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| (effect).Rock! |
| Dat’s Gangsta
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| What? |
| Dat’s Gangsta
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| (effect) Rock! |
| Rock on Dat’s Gangsta
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| What?!
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| When I pump pump you’ll prepare for a lump
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| Magnificent funk plus it’s wild on the dump
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| Suckers can’t fuck with the rhymes I conduct
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| I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut
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| Put your big shoes on now walk your struts
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| Thought your last rugged cuts was rough enough? |
| Right?
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| Snuff you buck you stuck in the guts
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| Unattainable thrust plus that hammerhead busts
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| Once I splash acapella wind shaft
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| This sick wild behavior can’t shield from the BLAAST!
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| Thrash mash the pedal now dash
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| Outta town slangin' two bricks in my stash
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| Sound cage of rage livin' that status
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| That murderous thirst that’s reign of the baddest
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| You heard it here first one verse then you’re caught
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| Everybody jumpin' out gangsta walk rock
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| Raw, cold winds energize rebels
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| All our doors swingin' killing floor level
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| Explode code of silence my violence you respect
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| Liver than flesh that this mic head the best
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| Veteran chest never say die never say rest
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| The hang time derange in this rap game divine
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| Now change of the range bang with gansta our line
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| Bust the falcon mic mountain men you know the outcome
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| Define we pro dynamo I’m still scalpin'
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| The body countin' rhyme drop put it on kill now
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| Toil your girl in your Cadillac Seville chill
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| Golden arch stolen heart no I’m robbin' fed
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| Baddest women in the bed nigga mobbin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dat's Gangsta , by - U-God. Song from the album Golden Arms Redemption, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп