Tell 'em Kendrick did it, ayy, who showed you how to run a blitz?
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Tell 'em Kendrick did it, who put the West back in front of shit?
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Tell 'em Kendrick did it, ayy, I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it
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Tell 'em Kendrick did it, like, wha?
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Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?
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Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?
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On the dead guys, nigga, I ain't goin'
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Ayy, on the dead ones
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We'll treat an enemigo like some bread crumbs
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All of my killers on go, like, who said somethin'?
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Redrum, all I think about when I see heads come
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Do my dance, hit the chop when I see opps go
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Let 'em claim it, we the ones who really pop, bro
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Don't televise it, we the ones who lettin' chops blow
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Opps know, let 'em piss him off and it's a flop show
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Murder man, singin' murder music off a murder van
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Beat the pussy up like I been celibate and I murder sound
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Who is him? One and only shotta, known as murder man
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Catch you doin' dirty, it's no other way but murder plans
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I broke her heart and you the type to go and fix it
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Don't wanna speak if you ain't talkin' 'bout no ticket
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I'm bougie with it, but I might just let you kiss it
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Hit that block with diamonds on me, you could tell 'em Peysoh did it
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Tell 'em Peysoh did it, ayy, who showed you how to run a blitz?
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Tell 'em Peysoh did it, who put the West back in front of shit?
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Tell 'em Peysoh did it, ayy, I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it
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Tell 'em Peysoh did it, like, wha?
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Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?
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Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?
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On the dead guys, nigga, I ain't goin'
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Hop out suicide doors, it's the Hitta, man
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You don't wanna see them doors slidin' on the Caravan
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I know killers who was catchin' bodies and not one fade
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I was thirteen up at Avalon, poppin' chains
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Fourteen, ridin' minibikes with some dead friends
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Twenty-one, flag on my head like a Taliban
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Twenty-five, feelin' like the box, it was full of sand
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At the cemetery, fuck that, that's where I could've been
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142nd, I'm connected like I'm Rosecrans
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Kinda shit I seen, try and forget and I will pop a Xan'
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Uppin' scores, doin' files, sacrifices like a boxing ring
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Can't throw in the towel, pistol-packin' since a child
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Ayy, like it's Iraq, shooter name Hussein
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Ridin' with the dirty blicky, switchy, make a new flame
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She said I been a dog all my life, bae, can you change?
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True to my religion, Cuban links, more than two chains
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Tell 'em Hitta did it, ayy, who showed you how to run a blitz?
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Tell 'em Hitta did it, who put the West back in front of shit?
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Tell 'em Hitta did it, ayy, I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it
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It's gettin' down to the wire
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Get on my Bob the Builder shit, get down with the pliers
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Been comin' back-to-back hits, how this nigga ain't tired?
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I'm with some rockstar bitches, they want Lizzie McGuire
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I'm switchin' gears, I pop the clutch, I'll send a nigga up
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A risk-taker, I'll call you niggas' bluff
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If they hangin' out for real, we come deduct, tuckin' tails, they out of luck
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When it's wartime, they hidin' in the cut
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Y'all had y'all chance, y'all couldn't do it
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I swear I'm comin' worse than y'all baby moms, I'm puttin' niggas through it
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They hate to see me doin' it
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Meal ticket, I'm pursuin' it
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I'm in the field for real, UCLA Bruins
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They askin' how I do it, how a young nigga so fluent
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I kept my mouth closed and I ain't never leave no witness
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D.O.A. up on the scene, tell 'em YoungThreat did it, nigga
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gnx
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| Kendrick Lamar |
