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hip hop, undergound, rap, UN, MC's, T-rab, mano haze, brazil, showtime, ghana, guatemala, come to me, hustle, morocco, jordan, freestyle, clan, reggaeton, sout
we are the U.N. clan representin Brazil, Guatemala, Pakistan, Morocco, Jordan, Egypt and Ghana. Band Members: T-Rab(Jawad Tourbi) , Mano Haze(Thiago Goncalves), $how Time(Sameer Issa), Soby (Suhayb Khan), Prodigal SON(Samer Ibrahim) & Dj Steka(Martin Ofosu) ,
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #2,404
Peak in subgenre #1,192
Author
T-Rab, Dj Steka
Rights
2007
Uploaded
July 24, 2007
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:16
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(Chorus) (DJ Steka) If haters wanna hate let them hate cause we don't give a if fighters wanna fight let them fight cause we don't give a if killers wanna kill let them kill cause we don't giva yeah we don't give a, aahhh we don't give a ( T-Rab) The whole ground shakes when i step through wit my crew i'm the fucking boss so nigga what you going do you wanna try me then go ahead and take your chance the A.K. will come on and make you do a dance bullets flying through the air you know i'm used to that if you want war nigga you must be smokin crack i don't gang bang cause i know that shit is wack but i'm still a killa like the fighters of Iraq the last thing you'll ever hear is the click clack i got stacks of ammo hidden in the backpack my niggas is everywhere you at ready to attack if you try to rat we'll squash you like a fucking nat We'll have you hit the mat A.K.A the concrete If you wanna hide i'll find you cause i run the streets i'm writing sick lyrics to all of M.O.'s beats you wanna stay safe then you better go and take ya seat you know i'll kill you, drill you to the ground without a sound, just for hangin around my click, or look at us the wrong way so sit down and stay out our fucking way (chorus) What the fuck you thinkin i'm king round here you can't see me but i see you very clear you betta watch out every little thing you do cause my eye is always watching and i'm coming for you i'm the big man here,the man in charge i run my kingdom like the army people call me sarge I don't care what you say or if you wanna fight i'll send all my niggaz to your house at night i'll give them orders to look and shoot you on sight you'll be layin wide-eyed waiting for the light i'll empty a clip in your fucking chest is that what it'll take to show who's the fucking best i'ma put your dumbass to the test if you fail your body will be laid to rest i got many ways of teaching you who's the man you i see through all through your little plans what will it take for you to understand you ain't safe if you ain't part of my clan just go back to the hole where you come from go before you hear the gun glisten in the sun i'm a count to three and if i see you you're done 1,2,2 1/2, go nigga run
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