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[prospect] |
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Pass the glock word up |
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Pass the glock (t-squaders) uh ha, (t-squaders) |
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[armageaddon] |
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*whispering in background* |
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You can't stop t-squad |
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You can't stop t-squad |
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Can't stop it, can't stop it |
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Chorus [armageaddon]2x |
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Somebody call the cops |
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For us to stop'll take all of they got |
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Uptown and the bronx, my squad is legends off of the block (terror squad!) |
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Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot |
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My team is known for smokin the glock |
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To the hole in your rock (terror squad!) |
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[triple seis] |
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I murder men wit the poisonous flow, my pen |
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Hurt em for they dough and they gm's wit mac 10 |
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No relaxin, straight action when it's on |
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Call up pun and the don, come up heavily armed |
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Niggas better be calm or i'ma set the alarm |
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And a hundred strong'll form in shape of a bomb |
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My squads'll forever bomb wit a war like lebanon |
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And we hardcore till we dead and gone so go ahead and mourn |
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[cuban link] |
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Aiyyo seis i'm pacin back and forth |
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Wit thoughts of bein trapped up north |
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But after i come off wit it y'all can push em out the door |
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So cock the four pound (four pound) |
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Lock the fort down (fort down) |
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>from new york to georgetown (georgetown) |
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Knockin off clowns that ?clap em off rounds? |
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It's war now so toss the nine ? cuz i'ma floss and shine |
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You lost your mind if you thought your rhymes was comin close to mine |
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Eyes that drop signs like einstein |
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Applyin the iron to your spine |
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And find you dyin on primetime |
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Chorus 2x |
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[prospect] |
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Aiyyo we break barriers, we recipe holders and cake carriers |
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That dominate the devil tryin to make the fake marry us |
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Hilarious how we mute crews, and nigga this is true news |
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Dudes'll blow you outta ya two shoes |
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Who chose to front it, they don't really want it |
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Yo i stay philly blunted, prospect wit the nine milly gun it |
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I leave you dented by the way glock pop |
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Take a hot shot, push ya knot back like a drop top |
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[armageaddon] |
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Freeze like coke in the drop or ya float when i'm totin the glock |
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I'm blast any feelings you catch from this to emotional stop |
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Host it on top, label the worst to the topic |
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Worshippin violence, push you back |
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Like a cursor does the words by the silence |
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Hush, slow up before you blow ya clutch |
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Hold my forty-four wit lust, an then i'll take your soul like a holy touch |
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The tat on my arm's like the rhymes i write |
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Cuz armageaddon rivals life |
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Give my hype i might bust it tonight |
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Chorus 2x |
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[big punisher] |
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My shit bang like a clock |
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I pull your chain till it pop |
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Put one in your brain for fuckin wit the creme of the crop |
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Sayin i'm hot, while you playin i'm blazin the spot |
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Makin you bop, makin my way to the top |
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Breakin the lock, takin a shot at the title |
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Ready to rock at my rivals |
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Like pac everything i drop is the bible |
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Cop it on vinyl, there's just a little cursing |
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If you want ya head to burst |
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Play it in reverse, you'll hear the devil's version |
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[fat joe] |
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Hear the metal's burstin, there's a terror lurkin |
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It's a certain, whoever searchin to find god when my clips inserted |
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Words are blurted when we bust guns, you heard it |
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Left ya *gun shot* murdered |
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I know ya *scream* was stunned by the verdict |
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I'm a free man, kill your free lance for only three grand |
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Makin an examp for my other workers and cut off each hand |
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You greedy mothafuckas i'll see you in hell |
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Jealous niggas wanna see me in jail fiendin to tell |
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Chorus 2x |
