| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, one two
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| This Kalashnikov, dead air, Wolverine silencer
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| Leave your body full of blood clots like an islander
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| The Springfield armory is long like a kilometer
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| The Koenigsegg Agera had the craziest odometer
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| This young boy spillin' blood here on the hood block
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| Papi like to cook rock, Joney missed Woodstock
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| He headed uptown and he lookin' for Mantequilla
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| This mufucka’s talkin' it sound like a Santeria
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| I got a plug, but he kinda weird
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| I be with my ahki’s and they all have Lou Albano beards
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| Everythin' marble, and Joselyn Grand Chandeliers
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| This is ammunition and it’s (pancho V of bandoilers)
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| We gon' put the squeeze on the work, it’s a known leverage
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| This Four-Five gon' hit the spot like a cold beverage
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| The strap ravaging, it look like roux
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| Gimme room mafucker, lemme cook my food, toma!
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| Man the only thing I know for sure is that we’re gonna die
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| You know that nothing’s guaranteed
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| Except that we will rest in peace
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| So until that day I go to war and sing your lullaby
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| And I will rock your head to sleep, 'til I fulfill my destiny
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| Yeah, this the season of smoke
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| And the uniform density the reason it float
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| Y’all awoken a sleeping giant, now the demon invoked
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| Allah’s the most merciful, the beacon of hope
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| This a land strike weapon, I will launch harpoons
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| While y’all dummies eatin' cereal and watch cartoons
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| I will go upside your head like Vidal Sassoon
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| I will blow the infrared, I will call my goons
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| He a bitch, bein' bitch is the reason that he snitch
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| Blow a mafucka wig, Season of the Witch
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| So high, look like we Korean from the piff
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| The hole I’m diggin' for you much deeper than a ditch
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| This G-22 and it burn like it’s shit liquor
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| Now ay’body dead and his family sit Shiva
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| You pump faking ahki, listen, I ain’t feelin' none of that
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| And death real homie, you can never get your brother back
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| Man the only thing I know for sure is that we’re gonna die
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| You know that nothing’s guaranteed
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| Except that we will rest in peace
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| So until that day I go to war and sing your lullaby
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| And I will rock your head to sleep, 'til I fulfill my destiny |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mabuhay Gardens, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song As Above so Below, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп