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?THE ONLY REASON by LIL WAYNE ft. SIZZLA & T-STREETS? |
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(LIL WAYNE) |
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Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter |
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Them troop shoot them run like them playa?s oprah |
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They know me kingdom, make em scream like em see em opera |
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They smoke em ******, love em green like em grasshopper |
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Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka |
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But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda.. wat the picture wanta |
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Man a getin money, get tha bread to him bout stoppa |
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Youngmoney done done fly like em helicopter |
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U really wanna know wat goes in a ***** fofo |
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Bulletshot found on the street, im yellow dem voko |
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The president try and take him buy me, blow me bloco |
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Who? Rastafarian.. Juky gat them jump jump ( ya ya ya) |
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Flying uptown and kill tha man wen dey for rumble |
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Man a murder kid, for they mother, aunty and uncle |
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Man keeping me eye, in the rope, |
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We play ay to.. if em playa ay to me, then we go up in the done blow |
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(SIZZLA) |
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Itz Ana poppin |
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Don?t sulting nobody |
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No no no stoppin |
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Boy, yall see me jumpin |
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No no no yackin |
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No no no yackin |
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Actin up with a jumpin yah, im da loafin 4 rockin |
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Im da verse, up in mere factor words |
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Boy yall little, make we shoot you off tha face of the earth |
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Concerned, oh to mah, look how things turn out |
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Gang firm out, na their house |
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Them place gon burn out. |
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Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaang- star |
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Me no take no charge bout me ready 4 da run star |
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Oh really, don?t be leaky |
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Aint no *******es, but them ******es |
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Aint no movie, aint no comics |
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And no CNN, don?t be greedy |
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You dare not hear this song posted in a CD |
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No mess wit a mercy, less you can?t steal it |
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But be pretty.. |
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And they actin oh body |
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See the giving where |
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The only reason why them bogus living |
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Aint no way down, please stay down |
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Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down.. |
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(LIL WAYNE) |
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******* ass ***** don?t talk to me |
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I make this ****** bring your heart to me |
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Im only 5 ?8 and yall short to me |
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And yall movement looks like its important to me |
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Your girlfriend opens up her part to me |
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And if she gimme brain, she smart to me |
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Puppy ass *****s don?t bark at me |
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Itz da big dog, call me Mr. Orkin fleas |
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Turn your block into a restaurant |
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Order and leave |
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What are u havin??? Organs please!! |
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And we stay strapped like Jordan?s beat |
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And we in tha center like Brad Daughtery |
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Ha..And im loken with Marly G. |
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And we smokin so much, we could hardly breath |
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This other *****z flow is so watery |
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And im concrete wit this Carter 3 |
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(SIZZLA) |
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Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star |
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Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop |
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Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star |
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Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop |
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(T-STREETS) |
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Yessir, T ?street, bang bang back in tha building |
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They call me streets, so call me streets |
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If u call on reach, im on the streets |
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And im hungry like a dog on unleash |
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But im a tiger, and a dog is a feast |
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And I see through the fog in the trees |
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Because the ***** makes a logs and leaves |
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I walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeve |
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I need a money donor, cuz im dying to resist |
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I know mama gat her eyes on her seed |
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Therefore, I never stop, I just proceed |
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Their eyes make the peace hard to read |
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But it says, ?why im not leave |
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(SIZZLA) |
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And they actin oh body |
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See the giving where |
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The only reason why them bogus living |
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Aint no way down, please stay down |
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Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down.. |
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(LIL WAYNE) |
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We killin em softly, |
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We killin em softly |
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And man em hustle like a dog, and have keep police them off me |
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Pistol in da trunk, and the baby in da car seat |
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Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy |
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And about the hour, him a heading to the money |
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Take your coughin baby, give the baby back to mommy |
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Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy |
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Bat the man down, boy, im *******t around party |
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Party up, party up, they put the panty up |
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Sure gat the AK up, him a shoot the building up |
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We kill them softly, we kill them softly |
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He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay |
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My girl she need me, my girl she want me |
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Because me reppin youngmoney, me youngmoney.. |