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

[kon
We every rule in the book
Illegal crooks that got your mind
Kon done with up
cook
The kon
Make way for the raiser
neighbor
Cuttin throats broke coke
Bottles and rusty
I the one to save you in a crisis
I you while you're down
Snatch you up and ask you who's the
say me
Or I'll put your next to some crips
And until they lifeless
I stayin confidence my mind
About being or evil
I'm
Lethal when I you
Dead inside your brother
When your hand for reaches out
We chuckle
Now the fuck of how we is as individuals
We wrong
Politics and got us head strong
You dead
If you think you'll make it out all your limbs
Grab camera
So we can put on film

Hey
Don't get cut into hundreds over some dumb
I you to run quick 'cause we run this
click on the reg reg
Put mcs on death beads
Either that or 'em walking on peg legs
In locations
I'll be out at places
I'm why running out
Of handicap spaces
dreams
You want suspense? it's
How I crews
Leave you solo and
Contact lens less then
The mc
You never fight with
Or a mic with
Carry a with
Da on the night shift
Pack big dick that I use to fuck your wife with
You ain't the
with intelligence
Leaving your grill wide like pelicans
Just
My penetrate through your vertebrate
Til it snap your brace
And your chest plate

[kon
You studies wanna job assets
Rough is to start teaching niggas
In ass classes
Breaking
crews by the masses
Shit like cassius
Get in your e-class and dash
Kon
The only man that can expand the
With the tip of my
Get in your and keep fucking
Until she screaming "leave me alone"
predacone
Looking for weak to set it on
dusk til dawn I bomb
Went hell and remain calm
The devils to us to fight me
Just to see what of shit that I was on
Those bastards is why got burnt
And into crisp xxxxx
With lyrics hotter than comes
It's
That she with
I merge with
Kuniva will make ya nerves and split
me bitch
You weren't worthy the mic
Is why I it
And people think and with words that I like
things that I say on you
You someone to spar with
Put you in the back of my
Get in my car
Running with nothing but
the fug
We more than l.a. cops with big clubs
Who's arresting you you're drunk
You munk
up bills scriptures and gumps
Till you punks get the
Get it?
If rap was a whore you hit it
I make it my
Twenty seven to try and stick it

get it
I gotta give it to you
Bombs drop lyrical we onslaught
bodies rot
We making your body
Licking them off lollipops
That the pop
Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and
the stank bitch
Packing heaters to make you thank
Now ain't
Something you don't a piece of
Don't worry about waiting these
with me buds