| Yeah, we on a high stake game right now my G
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| No foots allowed, you understand?
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| I dribbled in Philly, doubled down in Vegas
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| Tripled off a nickel, down in Talladega
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| Tipped the oath, blood, money and smoke
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| And I swear the state wrote any rhymes that I quote
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| Here on now’s about, stuffing the couch
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| Making sure that shit is slammed right in your mouth
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| I’m laying on cellophane bags stuffed in vials
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| Palms got itchy cause my girl blew trial
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| Checking for funny money purple life a marked bill
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| Throw your dick in the dirt for chopped grills
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| Open like a market of fleas and from
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| 11−7, son if you copping for trees
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| And I’m only fucking with 20s and Z’s
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| If you get the wrong idea, you better come with the D’s
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| Cause the bank won’t stop and the bank won’t freeze
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| A double dose of process and 4 g’s
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| I spent a lot of time on the bounce to get it right
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| Stay rough around the edges like a bare-knuckle fight
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| Call me Smokey Robinson when I write as I’m a journal
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| I keep the burner tucked, deep inside the thermal
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| And the way I hear you talking to me is irrelevant
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| My laser sharp speech, makes me relevant
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| Makes the ground shake like a gang of elephants
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| And I came with mathematics, supreme intelligence
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| So I can mix it in the pot and watch the rocks just melt
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| Or put holes on the block it’s just a notch on my belt
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| Or invest in new bubbles watch it rock it and sell
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| When the pockets start to swell, I’m taking that lane
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| Hit the button doors open like butterfly wings
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| And the sound system jumping on the summertime thing
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| And we always up to something when the temperature’s hot
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| At the Maldives island watch the landing gear drop
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| Lyrical battles I identify with
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| I load up and exploit this fly gift
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| The clip is filled with 16 bars
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| Lead hits the paper so the loose leaf scarred
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| The mic booth is bulletproof
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| Anger and frustration, auto fire from hooded youths
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| In the darkest area assassin down to bury ya
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| Decode a message from the fastest carrier
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| This craft of trade with a sharp blade
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| A double-edged sword give life in dark fades
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| Turn murderous rap only means I killed it
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| Up close and personal, Wu-Tang we filled it
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| Mic masters Hip Hop’s hallmark
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| The Big Bang of rap and the center was all dark
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| Then came the spark and we begin to rhyme
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| And shine light on the world in the form of art |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heads Up , by - U-God. Song from the album Bring Back God II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп