| I batter up the streets, berserk
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| Niggas ain’t out here, putting in work
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| It’s way about time to twerk
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| (Hook)
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| I’m from the bottom
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| I was right, niggas ain’t gon’get me
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| It’s cool, I got them, I got popping,
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| Now they feeling shitty
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| I got my self payed Diddy, and the Rubens
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| Since that,
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| If you a self made nigga than you fuckin wit fast
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| Men do what they say, and say what they mean
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| Stand on my own two feet, nuts hang in between
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| I’da came up, and I got my aim up (powder)
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| These fake real niggas, got the game fucked up (word)
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| Who y’all want me to pick on
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| Give me a rapper (name)
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| (Pick one!)
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| I will talk about his grandma
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| About his brother, about his kids
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| I’m so disrespectful, man
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| Damn, what they won’t do to a nigga
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| Not a motherfucking thang
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| I don’t care if they got the red or blue bandana
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| Tied around their head
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| Then I complain
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| I am the realest shit coming outta New York
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| But they sleeping on me
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| Like I don’t do records with J
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| Wo, my rap sheet soldier
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| I have shooters with the big BANG BANG BANG
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| My nigga, I was hoping
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| Don’t pull us here into women and lil' kids
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| I’m about that action
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| I know y’all can feel my energy
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| I have never do a song or take a picture with a nigga
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| That was once my enemy
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| I ain’t the most lyricsl
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| But you can’t front, the nigga clever
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| As far as this rap shit go
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| I wanna be remembered for saying the realest shit ever
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| (Hook)
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| The police, the D.A. |
| and the judge so racist
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| They been sober in court and throw us high behind cages (?)
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| They so racist, it never be a crime of vice
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| They so racist.
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| I’m from a place that you’re not s’posed to make it
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| If you ain’t got your gun on you, you considered naked
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| When opportunity present it self, you take it
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| You ain’t front, man
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| You got a big chain on, I’mma take it
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| Then take it to the pawnshop for money exchanging
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| I’m a regular, know the owner on a first name basis
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| A lot of niggas front, but they scared of closed cases
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| With the cuffs goin' on their wrist, they give up information
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| Oh, they cam’t take it, same thing they pull the trigger with (?)
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| No statements (oh, they couldn’t take it)
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| Always telling 'em how much time the judge gon' give 'em
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| That 20 years to life, all that thug life wasn’t in 'em
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| (Hook) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Self Made, artist - Uncle Murda. Album song Ain't Nothing Sweet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп