| Meth on deck man, on DECK!
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| For e’rything routine right here
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| Routine, Gambino, that’s that shit
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| The party is over, yeah, yo
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| I’m in the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
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| Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
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| Now I don’t slip when I’m down in the dirt; |
| cause by this time
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| I done seen life, and figured the amount that it’s worth
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| It’s the first, cops is lookin for work
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| Got my niggaz all cuffed up, sweatin like a hooker in church
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| This old woman on her way to the church — she said
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| the neighborhood’s fucked up, and we the ones that’s makin it worse
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| Now that’s fucked up! |
| I hit the block hard, Timberlands is scuffed up
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| No justice in the system, look around, it’s just us
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| They tell me only God can judge us
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| But they ain’t ever met Judge Kufner
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| I’m looking at this cracker on the bench
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| Don’t understand, I only sold crack to pay the rent
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| But that’s possession with intent
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| Player, I ain’t stressin, I’m a pimp
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| My bitches love the cocktail dressin with the shrimp
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| (Killa Hill!) Cause we do it like how we do it
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| This is big truck style shit, diesel fluid
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| Slay bitches with the Shaolin slang
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| Staple-TOWN, Park Hill, we just doing our thang
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| C’mon, yeah! |
| You fools don’t have a clue, do you?
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| Moving them ki’s crucial, troopin like Isuzu
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| Nigga your weed doo doo, we burn that Cali kush
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| My flow be on steroids, that shit that Barry took
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| Hurtin the game like the corns that’s on your daddy’s foot
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| My niggaz carry big guns, y’all niggaz carry books
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| You shook niggaz get stripped, beated and wiped out
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| ConEd status like Fab nigga, it’s «Lights Out»
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| What your life 'bout? |
| Nigga my life plush
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| I lost both of my parents, my nigga life sucks
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| Us Billy Boys hold toys cause they don’t like us
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| Raw like the nose on a fiend sniffin that white stuff
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| Moving with the semi, eggplant pennies
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| Hoppin out the Bentley lookin like I just won an Emmy
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| Never been a sloucher dog, cause I’m an alpha-
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| -male got that product on sale redeem your voucher
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| Leader of the gang, I’m Spanky, you Alfalfa
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| Little Rascals, with no hassle, I will out ya
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| Sincerely doubt ya, and I will house ya
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| Posted out in front of your crib just like a scalper
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| Every time pick up the mic, I put work down
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| Cops don’t like me cause I live in the murder town
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| My high school homies sold crack, through songs
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| You can’t get right through the team like two wrongs
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| Mad criminal minded cream motherfuckers
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| Type of subliminal rhymes scheme muthafuckers
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| Can’t shake the monkey, life is a bitch
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| Jake tried to jump me, wifey a snitch
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| Killa Bees wild like C-74
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| New York bitch, adolescents at war
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| Fuck the government, yo they made us this way
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| You a faggot — listenin to what that chick say
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| Escape route, gotta be free like furlough
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| Fuck hoes, nigga I don’t care if the world know
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| Hardcore, move with or without Clan
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| Diss me in the cab and they murked your man
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| I’m a general, don with the crazy hype game
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| You don’t like me, wanna feel my knife game
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| Killa Hill son, they don’t like where I live at
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| Came from Hollywood so I fight to give back
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| Real talk, hard jeans and hard dick
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| Move in and out of state like drugs and garbage
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| Nigga feel me, or nigga feel that blast
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| ATF bitch, just guns and cash
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| (Killa Hill!) Cause we do it like how we do it
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| Trife, Meth and Cap yo, nuttin to it
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| Slay bitches with the Shaolin slang
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| Staple-TOWN, Park Hill, we just doing our thang
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| (Straight up… Wu-Tang Killa Bees)
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| The best that ever do it
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| One-oh-three-oh-four, you know how we do
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| Legendary Weapons
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| Come in our section, get a blessing
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| Cause we don’t play |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diesel Fluid, artist - Method Man. Album song Legendary Weapons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп