| Catch ya wit yo pants
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| Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin'
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| Don’t matter what you saw, death is what you reepin'
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| I remain real like my cousin E-Mil
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| Packin steel
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| It’s the Southside whorida
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| Can’t fuck wit these othasidas
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| Eastside, Westside
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| This situation is dirty like chopped up nation
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| So I stay wit the best side
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| Nigga let’s ride (Fuck that!!)
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| I stay solo like a black cat
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| Fuck a bad wrap
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| I seen it happen to my cousin
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| I’m like the Dirty Dozen
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| Wrapped up in buns
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| «He said he was buzzin»
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| But you know he wasn’t
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| Cause if life was free I would say fuck money
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| You can douse me in monkey blood
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| Fill my pockets wit drug money and duck from me
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| You was a fuck homie only wanted the plug nigga
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| Cut yo shit off like smud nigga
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| I gotta say fuck niggas and buck niggas
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| And wit a passion and keep smashin'
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| Get away before the task bend the corner
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| On a mission for rippin niggas up like toilet tissue
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| Wit the German issue
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| Now yo family gone have to miss you
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| I’m sicker than racism
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| It’s everybody killa
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| Hit you wit the fully issue
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| Like PG&E lit you
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| See me in 3D git you
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| Hit em up git rid of
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| Did em up like dirty draws
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| He was a jealous mothafucka
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| As the story was told 29 years old
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| 350 Gs in the bank but nobody knows
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| I guess it’s just that season I thank
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| When niggas be hoes
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| Fuckin em in the cheap mo mos
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| Leavin em dead in the bath tub wit no clothes
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| Razorbladed Grove
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| Chorus:
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| I’mma catch you wit yo pants down
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| Since you was talkin that shit
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| You was hard on the Boulevard
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| Now I’mma buck this clip
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| On your self I make you shit
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| When antagonized if you don’t realize
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| You must be the type that like surprise
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| I’ll rise out the hood on chrome skates
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| Pull a top notch bitch and fuck her ass hard on the first day
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| Throwin it at me wit no debate (none)
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| But I ain’t the one to be trustin em
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| Ain’t finna get me for rape
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| Punk bitch tried to hand me a case
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| Until I dropped her on her face
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| Bitch! |
| Take that shit and skate
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| I ride wit these realas
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| These niggas ain’t neva fake
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| Dope dealas and killas
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| Whateva product could lace
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| One time I always shake
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| See I’m hella fast on that ass get away clean
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| Most of the time count on the cash
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| Hata niggas I bake em
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| Playa nigga I make em
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| Major figgas my mind is up on
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| Gold diggas I’ll shake em
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| I’m that real nigga that real figga
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| That real nigga from the fake
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| Cause real nigga look at a fake nigga
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| And they always tend to shake
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| Crossed me at one time
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| And I told you I’ll be buckin at your wake
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| Cause when I tell yo ass one time it’s all it takes
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| How many rhymes i’mma have tell a cat
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| Bitch I ain’t fake
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| Betta listen to the Money Hungry album shit it’s money to make
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| And when it’s money to be makin'
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| That mean it’s money to be takin'
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| So watch yo back cause I’mma be in all black theivin like Gary Payton
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catch You (Death Is What You Reap) , by - X-Raided. Song from the album The Suicide Tour (10 Years Later), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп