| Me not gwan lie
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| Every pussy ban gwan die
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| Everybody ban gwan die
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| Everybody ban bwan die
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| Me not gwan lie
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| Everybody ban gwan die
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| Every pussy ban gwan die
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| Everybody ban gwan die
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| I ain’t chasin' nothin' homie so just gimme the bag
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| Bullets travel at the speed of Thor and hit with the (mag)
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| You can fuck around, lay around, you can get dragged
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| I will bomb on motherfuckers like I’m hittin' the tag
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| This a death wish homie, y’all are liable to die
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| This is Hammurabi Code, this a Eye for an Eye
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| I can see inside where his ideology lie
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| You supposed to supply workers if you got the supply
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| Divine retribution, pa, fire and brimstone
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| It’s a trench knife dagger and it made from a shinbone
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| Tubular bells ring tone
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| The Mossberg flex make a change to your skin tone
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| There’s nothin' changin' everything is carved into stone
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| I will cook 'em till the meat falls off of the bone
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| What’s your life like, ahki? |
| You just sat in the fray
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| And I’m stayin' in the hood like a African braid
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| Batiman
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| Me not gwan lie
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| Every pussy ban gwan die
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| Everybody ban gwan die
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| Everybody ban bwan die
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| Me not gwan lie
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| Everybody ban gwan die
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| Every pussy ban gwan die
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| Everybody ban gwan die
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| Hey yo, hey yo
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| Last call house and them shots slash you like bartenders
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| Blow your brain out of the window over the car fender
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| I’m used to hearin' shit like «trust me, nigga we got you»
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| Same pussy you trust, same pussy that shot you
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| (Fake ass chase only hugs and always smirkin') (?)
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| Never trust a nigga around you that’s never workin'
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| Down to his last couple dollars, he gettin' nervous
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| Rob you then get killed for it, it wasn’t worth it
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| Bitches sleep with you then sleep with your best friend
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| I don’t follow none of you dudes I set trends
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| I ain’t tryin' to tell you shit I’m tryin' to show you
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| Keep your eyes close on the motherfuckers that owe you
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| You will catch a bullet the same minute you jack me
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| I don’t play the shotgun nigga I want the back seat
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| I’m from a place where they’ll rob you if you got bread
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| And clean-cut niggas be grimier than a mob-head
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| Moz
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| Me not gwan lie
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| Every pussy ban gwan die
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| Everybody ban gwan die
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| Everybody ban bwan die
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| Me not gwan lie
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| Everybody ban gwan die
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| Every pussy ban gwan die
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| Everybody ban gwan die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Black Hand , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album As Above so Below, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп