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It's on now |
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Feel threatened by this |
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T-squad |
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T.s. |
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Takin shit |
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[ verse 1: armageaddon ] |
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We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this |
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Tec-9s with silver clips, my ?set's style? is still legit |
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Ain't nothin changed |
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You can tell i'm comin, cause the weather strange |
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Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range |
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Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends |
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Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited] |
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Will go and ride with me |
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Through the levels of hell in this atrocity |
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Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me |
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He said his name was michael and introduced me to evil acts like |
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Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back |
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Nobody move, nobody get burst open |
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Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- |
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Ass become the first smokin |
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Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence |
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My squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it |
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Stick a chip in your [rectum]and pull your soul out your [asshole] |
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And all for gettin cash with the blow i got from castro |
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[ chorus ] |
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You gotta ask yourself how ill is this |
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Only my thug niggas feelin this |
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All in the clubs they be killin this |
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You love the way we rip a track |
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Where all my terrorist niggas at? |
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Show me some love, give me love |
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You gotta ask yourself how ill is this |
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Only my thug niggas feelin this |
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All in the clubs they be killin this |
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You love the way we rip a track |
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We take a little love, then give it back |
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We terror squad, terror squad |
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[ verse 2: prospect ] |
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I master this, when i throw shots i'm slappin wrists |
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Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if i ain't immaculate |
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You packin it? better be bustin, i'm steadily rushin |
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Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted |
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You pussed it, but it ain't the cops |
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Turn your back, and like you saw death |
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Lost breath, i left you in shock |
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You was amazed how the glock raised from the waist |
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Got blazed in your face, was about to drop mace in the place |
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Chill like i did enough, cause real niggas hit em up |
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We'll leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it up |
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This ain't a cartoon, i bring light to the darkroom |
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And spark boom, step in my path, i leave a heart wound |
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We pullin out without bustin, no, make no sense |
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It's like d's lockin you up and don't take no prints |
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Tell your man in the black van i like it when my canon react |
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In one second that shit'll blow your family back |
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[ chorus ] |
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[ verse 3: big pun ] |
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I thought i told you i only rap for the cheddar |
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Keep the mac under the sweater, ready to clap any nigga |
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Whether on stage or in the gutter |
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I put you frontpage on the cover |
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When i pump the gauge through your blubber |
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You muthafuckas better get protection |
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I got a smith & wesson |
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Strong enough to launch you up with _the jetsons_ |
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Spacely sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate |
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??? and disgrace your ??? |
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I lace the bastard, dr. evil let it rumble |
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Get sent up fuck it ??? bubble |
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Lookin for trouble you've come to the right place |
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Pun's out the ice age |
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A caveman raised by a clan of white apes |
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An urban legend, in god's eye the perfect seven |
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The first to get in the devil's ass with a verse from heaven |
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Reverse the emblem, he ain't ready for the logo |
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Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his bobo |
