| I’m that warlord that’s out for the gold
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| Let your scandal leak out, now your cover gets blowned
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| Shit ain’t sweet, son, my mind stays grown
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| The thirst alone, makes me, burst my chrome
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| It hurts when I see you, you’re my first clone
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| But, daddy’s home on some violator shit
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| We annihilator, out the alligator pits
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| Show 'em your strength, breathe easy on them hits
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| Niggas get rich, with homes on they head
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| Throw me in the streets, that’s where our grown men bred
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| On the corner with the dred, dusty Leon
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| Fatman in jail, five hundred pound penitentiary still
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| From the Hills, slapped on the scale
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| High honor, Shaolin bomber
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| With the rockstar persona, connect with the largest
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| You play me, you payin' fifty cent chargers
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| Put this log in your noggin, he’s on a rampage
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| Cuz he keeps charging, fuck all the arguing
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| Like bitches, ain’t no I in team
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| That’s why we can’t get the riches, play your position, nigga
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| Yeah, I’m talkin' to you…
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| Yeah, I’m talkin' to you…
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| On my solo destiny, try to shit on me
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| When I break you chains, all you lames gonna plead
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| Greed and lie just to get what you need
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| Feed off my rhymes and my recipe
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| Can you see that my eyes, I need an extra squeeze
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| Or a Beck’s to relieve all the stress you need
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| Stop testing me, then set me free
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| The street fatigue, two keys and a jeep
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| Buckshot, nine niggas tried to replace me
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| I’m a prime time figure to the next degree
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| Now it’s bye-bye, nigga, too weak to play deep
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| Afraid in your sleep, up the charts I creep
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| Monologues I speak, stay blowin' out the nostril
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| Inside you’re weak, portrayin' that you’re hostile
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| Swallow your pride, keep my name out your tonsils
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| I bury you, til they, find your fossil
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| The rap O.J., in the dusty Bronco
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| Bang on my chest like the King of Kongo
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| You and your brother is a dirty combo
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| You bird ass niggas, catch thirty, pronto
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| Big ballers never quit, what can you tell me
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| But a belly full of lies, stranded on a battlefield
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| Too many times, with nickel and dime rhyme
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| One of your best killers, you know that I feel this
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| Pushin' near my weakness, just Air Max sneakers
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| Keep feedin' lyrics on big ol' speakers
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| Peep that performer on the humble, I’m comin' for you
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| Watch these young boys rumble, what you gonna do? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Talkin' to You , by - U-God. Song from the album Mr. Xcitement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп