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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 jump on a of punks
how we're 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 mind shook
Kon done with up
cook
The kon
Make way for the hell
neighbor
Cuttin throats broke coke
Bottles and razors
I the one to save you in a crisis
I kick you you're down
you up and ask you who's the nicest
say me
Or I'll put next to some vice crips
And squeeze until they
I stayin confidence my mind
being good or evil
I'm
Lethal when I you
Dead your blood brother
your hand for help reaches out
We chuckle
Now where the fuck of how we is as
We raise
Politics and got us head strong
You wrong
If you think you'll make it out with all your
Grab your
So we can put on film

Hey
Don't get cut into hundreds over dumb shit
I advise you to run quick we run this
Guns on the reg reg
Put mcs on they beads
Either that or leavin' 'em on peg legs
In various
be wylin' out at places
I'm why running out
Of handicap spaces
Intense
You want suspense? endless
How I massacre
you solo and friendless
Contact lens less then
The mc
You never fight with
Or a mic with
Carry a knife
Da brigade on the night
Pack this big dick that I use to fuck wife with
You ain't the
with intelligence
Leaving your grill wide open pelicans
wait
My words through your vertebrate
Til it your neck brace
And crack your chest

[kon
You studies wanna job like
Rough is ready to teaching niggas
In ass whippin'
Breaking
crews by the masses
Shit like cassius
Get in your e-class and bitch
Kon
The only man that can the cervix
With the tip of my
Get in your girl and fucking
she starts screaming "leave me alone"
Walking
Looking for grade to set it on
From dusk til I bomb
Went hell and remain calm
The devils to stir us to me
to see what type of shit that I was on
Those is why they got burnt
And turned crisp xxxxx
lyrics hotter than lava comes
It's
she splurge with
Before I with
Kuniva will make ya nerves emerge and
me bitch
You worthy with the mic
Is why I it
And people and praise with words that I like
With that I say on you
You need someone to spar
Put you in the of my trunk
Get in my car
Running with but thugs
the fug
We more dangerous than l.a. cops with big
Who's arresting you when drunk
You munk
Spitting up bills and gumps
you punks get the picture
Get it?
If rap was a whore you hit it
I it my business
four seven to try and stick it

get it
I gotta it to you non-stop
Bombs drop lyrical warfare we
bodies rot
We making body rock
Licking them off lollipops
That the pop
Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and
Dissin' the bitch
Packing to make you thank quick
Now ain't
you don't want a piece of
Don't worry about these ones
Chillin' me buds