| Yeah
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| Ayy, Westside Gunn, what’s happenin' though?
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| It’s your boy P Worthy
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| Tappin' in all the way from the west side of Bompton
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| You feel me?
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| This for my Park niggas, keep shit brackin', we at the park, nigga
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| Nella West, can’t forget about none of my Park Millers
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| The ride or die, Pro Club rockers with Corduroy slippers
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| Lean sippers, tall can drinkin' on English malt liquor
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| Day one, some homies is in there still fightin' hot ones
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| Shootin' dice in front of heads up until the cops come
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| Big homies still at HQ, that’s how the block run
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| Gunn told me, «Talk that shit», so I’ma do that
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| Car pullin' up, we don’t know, niggas like, «Who that?»
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| Berioso, shit get real, homie, mafioso
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| Couple keys in the trunk, got 'em off the boatload
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| On my way to Vegas with L and Ocho, woo
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| I’m from where anything is possible, nigga
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| Where we at with it?
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| It’s possible when the obstacles and the odds is against you that you faced with
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| Impatient, but I had to take it back to the basics
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| Fresh out the youth-ie, a couple months in that placement (Uh huh)
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| Third case tether bond, placed me on the ankle bracelet
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| Murder, doin' drug traffik, never wrote or made a statement (Not once)
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| Left two bodies on the scene, they thought they both were gang related
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| Bruno got rid of the streets, Jermaine ran, when he slid
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| I was coppin' four and a half, break dancin' to BIG
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| Free my main mans in the brig' for the 'caine did what it did
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| The neighbors kept callin' the hood, sendin' raid vans to the spig
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| Was high profile, stayed in my lane, made it my biz
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| Wasn’t nowhere to be found when them Feds raided the crib
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| We was outro, said they found a yopper and a AR
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| Was off the grid, but now them bitches got me on they radar
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| Did the chicken noodle soup, turned tan to grey tar
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| All these pigeons in this coupe, feel like the Birdman J-R
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| Hooked up with the Concreatures, cookin' up them fried penguins
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| Lookin' at a five piece, just ridin' with this nickel
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| Got linemen to blitz you, got hitmen hired to hit you
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| Bro got popped with them bricks, I wish I was drivin' when they flicked you
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| Would’ve fleeted from the scene, you know, if I woulda been with you
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| Would’ve took one for the team, wouldn’t’ve never let them frisk you
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| Partly responsible for me graduating to distro
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| I did the impossible and made it out of my situ', what else?
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| Ayo, used to pay 18.5 for the whole thing
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| Then the Feds brought down BMF, shit ain’t been the same (Ah)
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| Then ChineGun got killed, then I had to do a bid
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| Me and Sly mobbin' on the yard, fuckin' with the kid
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| I came home baggin' up, then I violated (Then I violated)
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| You ever shot somebody you love 'cause they violated? |
| (Boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Pistol in your mouth like a Now and Later (Like a Now and Later)
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| Could’ve fucked your bitch but I’d be downgradin' (But I’d be downgradin)
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| Auto Mick nickels with the pistol, get your issue (Boom, boom, boom)
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| Eatin' new wave, beat the pot, instrumental (Ah)
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| Smile Johnny Dang, 30K for the dental (Ah)
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| You in a Maybach, the only thing, that shit a rental (Skrt) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Possible, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler Wears Hermes 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп