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What, fuck ya want from me, |
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See i love my thugs but im a terrorist nigga and imma terrorize ya ass |
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Till gone for miles pana |
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What, bitch ass nigga!! |
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(verse 1 armageddon) |
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I jeopardize this rap shit and blast ya ass to prove a point |
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I got thug nigguz who don't even rap callin to do joints |
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Frontin off the strength and you the weak link in the click |
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It's obvious you pussy i could see the pink in the clit |
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I seen the chip and the clip of my daily desert eagle |
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Fourty four metal with heat'll |
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Open ya belly like it's legal |
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Push you back a few feet send you sailin like a seagull |
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When we clash in the street |
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Why was you bailin if you evil (you ain't evil) |
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Talkin bout somebody tryin to playa hate you |
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Actually i like you but fuck wit my squad the german a.k.'ll hit you |
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Ever seen what them things could do could- |
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Down to ya tims, i'm like the limit on ya life |
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The demon on ya light |
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That figure in the dark that takes ya heart in the mid of night |
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This aint a joke cause aint nuttin comical how my laser scope |
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Aim at ya dome could erase the features off ya facial bones |
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(chorus) |
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I'm like a triple threat |
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Double dare you to try to rip my neck |
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The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck |
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I know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep |
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Comin at me from the sideline like you intend to step (x2) |
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(verse 2 big pun) |
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Fuck the battlin' it's world war four i mean the red form |
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No need to crowd the name is aroused up in the dead zone |
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New world order i only flow wit the real horror |
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Chrome c4 to ya door and pearl harbor |
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We can bring it back |
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Gats on the holsters of mini macs |
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Gats on the holsters strapped to the shoulders of maniacs |
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Where we at the projects |
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Why don't you get the closet |
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Aaaahhhhhh!! shit killa clacks |
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Could've brought back ya prostate |
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Buyacka got bullets big enough to move ya car |
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Land cruisers 18 wheelers we do it tied |
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Just let it happen i prefer violence instead of rappin |
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Fuckin wit this latin assassin better get ya head examined |
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My shit be slammin like onyx and wrestle mania |
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You really want it you philly blounted in pennsylvania |
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I'm aimin the mac right at ya hat better watch ya back black |
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I ain't sayin you wack but you's a copy cat |
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(chorus x2) |
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(verse 3 cuban link**) |
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Yo now who the fuck wanna battle this |
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You garbage pail rappers would get ya cabbage split |
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Got a habit of brandin ammitur nigguz like cattle hips |
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So watch ya lips |
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Cause what you fuckin is hazardous |
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Shut up and catch a clip i roll wit more dogz than st.lazorous |
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What happened is ya raps ain't accurate you claim you packin it |
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But when the action hits you rather switch into a faggot bitch |
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I'm hardcore it's not my fault ya softer than cardboard |
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Ya started to battle so imma turn into the god four |
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Switch to southpaw like de la hoya golden boy |
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I put it on you polaroid finish left you as red as sonya |
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I been a soulja all my life fought for stripes all most saw the light |
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Talk to christ he told me that my songs so nice |
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And for the right price i might just body you |
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Chop ya ass into particles and read about you in newspaper articles |
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I'm sick and tired talkin shit got beef wit me then so be it |
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I'll rush you like the soviet union and leave you soakin wet |
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(chorus x6) |
