| We don’t care if they strapped up, we got the drop tonight
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| We don’t miss when we shoot, niggas getting shot tonight
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| It’s summer time but we the ones making it hot tonight
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| Bet them old folks be callin' the cops tonight
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| (gun shots*) That’s all you gon' hear, nigga
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| Little kids gon' wake up outta their sleep all scared, nigga
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| (gun shots*) That’s all you gon' hear, nigga
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| Want to see a dead body? |
| Come with me over here, nigga
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| It’s MAC-11 and .40 Cals for the opposition
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| On the news or in the newspaper, you might see him get mentioned
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| Like two men gunned down last night in Brooklyn
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| As far as knowing who might of did it, police still looking
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| Homicide askin' questions, my name getting mentioned
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| They got me under surveillance, paying me close attention
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| I shot at police before so they feeling the tension
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| I’m Larry Davis, this ain’t going to be a easy apprehension
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| (bang, bang)
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| They ain’t got no evidence, it’s all speculation
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| They think I’m out here killin' niggas for recreation
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| I kill niggas and laugh when I saw they momma cryin'
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| That’s how it is in the jungle when you a fucking lion
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| If niggas get the drop on me, you think they gonna feel bad
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| Like, «Damn, Murda’s kids gonna grown up without they dad»
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| They ain’t gon' give two fucks and they shouldn’t, nigga
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| If my finger was on the trigger, I’d pull it, nigga
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| I’d make sure I hit me with every bullet, nigga
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| If you ain’t on it like that, don’t even pull it, nigga
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| Shoot to kill is what I’m saying if you know like I know
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| I know Carlito wishin' he would’ve killed Benny Blanco
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| ‘Shoot them before they shoot me' is my mentality
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| Never back down from a nigga that challenge me
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| Shit you see in gangsta movies is my reality
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| I be talking that shit, niggas that locked up be proud of me
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| We don’t care if they strapped up, we got the drop tonight
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| We don’t miss when we shoot, niggas getting shot tonight
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| It’s summer time but we the ones making it hot tonight
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| Bet them old folks be callin' the cops tonight
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| (gun shots*) That’s all you gon' hear, nigga
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| Little kids gon' wake up outta their sleep all scared, nigga
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| (gun shots*) That’s all you gon' hear, nigga
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| Want to see a dead body? |
| Come with me over here, nigga
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| Cough up your blood just to see what it taste like
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| It look better lettin' it go when it’s broad daylight
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| Yo, Uncle Murda, we can’t find a nigga, «Get his uncle murder’d»
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| Bundle serving body for body
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| That’s just another person
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| We got sticks like we tryin' to build a tree house
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| Indictments left my name out
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| Certain shit I won’t speak about
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| You ever seen a body flip?
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| Headshot splash like water as I Dasani sip
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| The feds will never find the grip
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| I’m parked in front your son’s school trying to line your kid
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| He’s gonna tell me where your momma live
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| While I’m just polishin' M1
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| Scope came with it, don’t make no quick run
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| Leave it up to me to go handle it, I’m gonna get it done
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| Money on your head, type of shit we consider fun
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| Never breathe the same, they hit his lung, go get a gun (Gunshot)
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| Still got my GemStar, eat a nigga face up
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| My lawyer handle business now, go beat a nigga case up
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| You don’t really want the morgue havin' to do your make up
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| Havin' to get your suit fit, tailor made, we shoot shit
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| Woodgrain coffin, we cook ‘caine often
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| Never took chains off him, my crooks ain’t talking
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| Interrogations, got my mental racin'
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| I ain’t trying to be in Bellevue as no mental patient
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| We spin the block, a hundred shot, pray for whoever make it
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| And left ‘em without all they paper, they just left ‘em naked
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| It’s murder
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| We don’t care if they strapped up, we got the drop tonight
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| We don’t miss when we shoot, niggas getting shot tonight
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| It’s summer time but we the ones making it hot tonight
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| Bet them old folks be callin' the cops tonight
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| (gun shots*) That’s all you gon' hear, nigga
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| Little kids gon' wake up outta their sleep all scared, nigga
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| (gun shots*) That’s all you gon' hear, nigga
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| Want to see a dead body? |
| Come with me over here, nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tonite, artist - Uncle Murda. Album song Don't Come Outside, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп