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Terror Squad, ungh |
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Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? |
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Platinum status, motherfuckers, eat a dick! |
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Now who's the underrated pro, they scared to play on the radio? |
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Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know |
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Flow for flow, no crew can step to us |
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And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors |
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I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches |
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No one's against us, roll with the riches and float with the fishes |
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The revolution has started that's why I'm under carded |
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My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed |
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As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall |
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Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue |
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Swarmin' informers like cops at drug corners |
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Feds got the bugs on us, tryin' to lay the law on us |
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They want us in jails with bails too high to bond but am I the Don? |
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Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond |
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My game is on lock till you bawl cop |
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And it's never ever gonna stop |
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Yo, yo, I play the game with caution |
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Sun changes, gave power creative activities bring fame and fortune |
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Why can't you live this? All day hands on bitches |
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With financial ventures, enhance the riches |
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Gotta hold the cake, my grand moms had dreams |
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But it seems, I couldn't graduate or go to Drake |
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It hurts at nights, I gots to reimburse the vice |
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Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise |
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My words precise 'cause if not, I wouldn't speak it |
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I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends |
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Outside, these pretty clothes I live but with the titty-ho |
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Knock a nigga out for the shit he stole |
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We already degraded, me and my family the most hated |
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Bitch were barely both made it |
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See the thinly related, to everything in the street |
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I'm sellin' coke, crack and dope, plus swingin' the heat |
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We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' |
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Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' |
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We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' |
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I thought you knew you had |
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Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' |
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Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' |
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We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' |
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(And it don't stop!) |
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I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's |
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Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them |
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Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets |
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Shit, I'm gonna milk this bitch till I'm filthy rich |
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Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling |
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Just flossin' and chillin' in a Porsche full-a-women |
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I'm one in a million, get on the deal already |
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My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti |
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Realer than the military |
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Killin' every track I'm on |
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Link and Joey Crack the Don |
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Flippin' in my Cuban Caddy, wit the hazards on |
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So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas |
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Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures |
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Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on my wanted list |
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Pun and Prince, we're walkin' on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch |
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Fuckin' with this is hazardous to amateur battlers |
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Average niggas get lost in the course of embarrassment |
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Of course, you don't have a chance, I'm the boss in your eminence |
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Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche |
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I'll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs |
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For all of you that'll laugh at a historical aftermath! |
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I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips |
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Look behind you, I'll blind you like when the sun eclipse |
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Ain't no second chances, I glance at niggas |
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Make 'em wet they pants |
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The chances are slim if Twinz done swing the rest of the ransome |
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The best and the champion that means I'm far beyond |
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Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on |
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Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song |
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Live for tomorrow 'cause today's almost already gone |
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Lets get on, split your belly with the Maschetti long |
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Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on |
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I know it's wrong, but it feels so right |
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I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright |
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We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' |
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Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' |
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We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' |
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I thought you knew you had |
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Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' |
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Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' |
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We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' |
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(And it don't stop!) |
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We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' |
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Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' |
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We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' |
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I thought you knew you had |
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Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' |
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Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' |
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We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' |
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(And it don't stop!) |
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Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow |
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To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding the scroll |
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Open your skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know |
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Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast |
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(Just to let you know) |
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That I'm zone coasted |
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And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion |
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Assassinate the Pope with no emotions |
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So why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasn't votin'? |
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My brain floatin' away, above you niggas like I make time pause |
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Checkin' my Rollie watch my diamond Roman digits |
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Golden riches, better hold em bitches |
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'Cause we robbin' niggas way before |
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The translation of Holy Scriptures |
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I was Armageddon before the Motion Picture |
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The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin' |
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My Squad's hard and far from Puritans |
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Robbin' and killin' men like we proud to be Americans |
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We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' |
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Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' |
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We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' |
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I thought you knew you had |
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Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' |
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Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' |
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We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' |
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(And it don't stop!) |