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Brigade jump on a couple of
Nigga, we bad
(we bad news, nigga)
To beef for
If you our way it's on
Anybody, (oh shit)
on
Brigade jump on a of punks
That's how we're moving it it moving it
To beef for
If you step our way on
Anybody, (that's right)
on

[kon
We every rule in the book
Illegal crooks that got mind shook
Kon done spells up
cook
The kon
Make way for the raiser
Mysterious
throats with broke coke
Bottles and rusty
I the one to save you in a crisis
I kick you while you're
Snatch you up and ask you the nicest
say me
Or I'll put your next to some crips
And squeeze until lifeless
I stayin confidence with my
About good or evil
I'm
Lethal when I you
Dead your blood brother
When your hand for help out
We chuckle
Now where the of how we is as individuals
We wrong
and poverty got us head strong
You wrong
If you think make it out with all your limbs
your camera
So we can put this on

Hey
Don't get cut into hundreds over some dumb
I advise you to run 'cause we run this
click on the reg reg
Put mcs on they death
Either that or leavin' 'em on peg legs
In locations
I'll be out at places
I'm why they're out
Of handicap spaces
Intense
You want it's endless
How I crews
you solo and friendless
Contact lens less then
The mc
You never wanna fight
Or a mic with
a knife with
Da brigade on the shift
Pack this big dick that I use to your wife with
You the nicest
with intelligence
Leaving your grill wide open pelicans
wait
My words penetrate through your
Til it snap neck brace
And crack your chest

[kon
You wanna job like assets
Rough is to start teaching niggas
In ass whippin'
glasses
Damage crews by the
talking like cassius
Get in your and dash bitch
Kon
The only man that can expand the
With the tip of my
Get in girl and keep fucking
Until she starts "leave me alone"
predacone
Looking for grade to set it on
From til dawn I bomb
through hell and remain calm
The to stir us to fight me
Just to see type of shit that I was on
Those bastards is why they got
And turned crisp xxxxx
With lyrics hotter than comes
It's
she splurge with
Before I with
Kuniva will ya nerves emerge and split
me bitch
You weren't with the mic
Is why I it
And people think and praise with that I like
With that I say on you
You someone to spar with
Put you in the back of my
Get in my car
Running nothing but thugs
the fug
We more dangerous than l.a. cops with big
arresting you when you're drunk
You sick
up bills scriptures and gumps
Till you punks get the
Get it?
If rap was a whore you hit it
I it my business
Twenty seven to try and stick it

get it
I gotta it to you non-stop
Bombs drop warfare we onslaught
Dead rot
We making your rock
Licking them off lollipops
That the pop
snatch rolex chains, watches and anklets
Dissin' the bitch
Packing heaters to you thank quick
Now ain't
Something you don't a piece of
Don't worry about waiting ones
with me buds