| «What i am afraid of is that, after he.
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| Uses his knife, puts it up against my throat
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| Takes my money. |
| he will then take another moment
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| .This is my theory to do something even worse to me
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| To pay back, what my people have done to his people»
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| Eh uh!
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| BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRashin!
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| Yaaaa man…
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| Flex…
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| Dey know me my projects
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| Break a niggas neck kill his sound for respect
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| Ya’ll know, i am the wrong nigga to fuck wit'
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| God damn.
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| These pirates insects who’ve come to hijack
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| My shit. |
| it’s
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| More than a hobby I be way too live
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| And you can find Mr. Wise on the New Jersey drive
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| Check it
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| Wanna let me flex it, cos' when i wreck it after i bless it
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| If it’s butt naked i’ll sex it
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| Who the hell are you to tell a fella Cinderella that
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| She ain’t Sarsaparilla cos' she won’t sex you. |
| niggas
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| Please. |
| stop clowning around, try check this un-fuck-wittable-sound
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| My sound…
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| Is like a mother-fucking uzi. |
| why?
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| Cos' can’t a mother-fucker do me
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| I’m at the top of top 10
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| Vest on ma' chest cos' techs are blastin'
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| I’m…
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| «The wrong brotha to fuck wit'»
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| And…
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| «The wrong brother to fuck wit»
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| Wise.
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| «The wrong brother to fuck wit»
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| Better bring yo'. |
| Glock
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| Because your top HipHops about to get shot by my bad-boy sound
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| Slums splash, Sound clash, some. |
| cash equals a dead MC
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| Who? |
| think he can stop the slaughter
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| I make yo' wife a widow and marry yo' daughter
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| Pure… Disrespect, before ya contest check the climate
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| HOT!
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| Pot of coffee sixty loaves of bread, Wise will bury you dead.
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| No. body moves nobody gets hurt
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| That’s how it works on bad-boy turf
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| Jersey. |
| MC. |
| Ready
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| They call me nice, they call me dready
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| My sound…
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| Is like a mother-fucking uzi. |
| why?
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| Cos' can’t a mother-fucker do me
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| I’m at the top of top 10
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| Vest on ma' chest cos' techs are blastin'
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| I’m…
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| «The wrong brotha to fuck wit'»
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| And…
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| «The wrong brother to fuck wit»
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| Wise.
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| «The wrong brother to fuck wit»
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| You. |
| and all the slang you spit
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| Ain’t bout' shit so i piss on it
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| Flip, the script i rip this lick
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| Stick it quick get juice like wick
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| Thick. |
| like Trenton State wall bricks
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| Tight and secure like barb-wire fence
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| There is. |
| no way you can escape this, slackness
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| It’s ill. |
| the way i setup and i move in for the kill
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| Such a good boy me, this
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| Pro black music
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| Think to get loot and build black shit
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| It’s sick to diss a hip hop lick yo ass can’t trick
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| It’s sick to diss a hip hop lick no bitch can trick
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| Haha!, Ya man. |
| watch this
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| It’s a murder or sumptin !!
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| My sound…
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| Is like a mother-fucking uzi. |
| why?
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| Cos' can’t a mother-fucker do me
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| I’m at the top of top 10
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| Vest on ma' chest cos' techs are blastin'
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| I’m…
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| «The wrong brotha to fuck wit'»
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| And…
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| «The wrong brother to fuck wit»
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| Wise.
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| «The wrong brother to fuck wit»
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| Boomshot!
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| How you like me now? |
| hm?
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| How you like me now
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| Look away, ya murder or sumptin ! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Sound , by - Wise Intelligent. Song from the album Steady Slangin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп