Canibus - Don't Hurt Nobody lyrics

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Canibus - Don't Hurt Nobody lyrics

Put up your fists, roll the dice like this {*2X*} [Chorus] We came to party We don't wanna have to hurt nobody-body My clique is sick, real soldiers dog H.T.R. hold me down, I'ma ride for y'all [Phoenix Orion] Your boy PXO got a twisted flow Son I'm sicker than them whiteboys on the Jacka** show Y'all been hatin on my flow since I came to the do' Hip-Hop been waitin on me, that's why the game didn't grow Head Trauma, we psycho man Every n***a in my clique sick with his hands You don't wanna start no sh** with my clan I'll body bag you UP, that's wha**up I'm from Marcy n***a, never forget that I'ma flamethrower, if Jigga is the Hova Then f** it I'm Noah, run for cover the liquid flower Red Rover, Red Rover, send your best rapper over [Chorus] [Phoenix Orion] Your boy PXO got a twisted flow I had to say it once slow just in case you slow _Last Dragon_ dog, I got the glow Sho' nuff, I'ma make the crowd say ho Got tricks like Morpheus, Neo Make tricks octaves pitch fast or rap slow Move your hips girl, drop your a** to the flo' I got purple and hydro, you got two hands to grow I'ma hit the bar up, put some Henny in your cup With the Hypno, girl you incredible, s**y Two-way text me on the Blackberry When you want me to come with whipped cream and a cherry [Chorus] [Canibus] I barely pulled the pants off my a**, nobody sh** that fast It's nice to me to sh** back with cla** I dumped on dog leg, now they all dead Autopsy report read they ate warm lead Beef jerky and cornbread with warm veg' I touched Jesus forehead, the fetus was born dead Slept with chains on, rapped throug jail bars f** mail call, I'm a runaway rail car Fail with flying colors, prevail with dying numbers Swerve like a motherf**er when I drive the Hummer The Commander-in-Chief came over for the weekend Told him not to bring those Boca Raton rejects He asked me if I spoke to Professor Bries yet Negative, handed him the keys and the address Nobody ever met with Bries in the flesh But we ain't got much time, the world is at risk The bipolar rhyme promoter, ill sh** Bill fished in Key Largo four times this summer Head Trauma patient, my brain popped out of placement I awaken, after sleep deprivation [Chorus] - repeat 2X Put up your fists, roll the dice like this {*4X*}

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