Enter gentlemen, take your You have brought here for a task Only universal soldiers are for (yeah) begin
Thee elite fleet tall and proud See if you can pick the one out the crowd you won't be around next year
M.s. comin' the rear
M.s.: We see your many times (many times) Yappin' off guns lettin' your lips flap M.s. will push your wig back givin' stain from your crack For who card I turn styles like the door knob ya more but it don't matter because me and squad bogard For so long we hear the dumb that some do These bum crews around ravin' with they one twos So act like you want it with that babble you call rap I brings it to your grill while gunn clap you And it's no doubt I keep whole crew under pressure Heltah skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the to get ya So open up and wreckognize And see who before your eyes in the 9-5 with my high feeling the lye as it kick A big of my brain thinkin' of this I stuck my dick in
Top They call me top dawg, top dawg of the Flowin' my full grown dreads and army gear When I come through with my crew You be on point because we might be looking for you All punany snake niggas remind me Why we roll strickly in the 90's Come try we if you wanna, cause we gwan Break necks Then hop on the iron horse get up my elite fleet So we can smoke x amount of weed It's if you wanna get high But when you enter this session make you got lye Cause we smoke mad sensi Original dreads fortified blunt Nuff said nuff punk dead Fuck all that bullshit, it's to get red
Lil' (of the representitives): Representitives coming up form the rear You're in action no time for relaxin' We packin' mental thoughts that'll blow nations back in No need escape this zone we travel to explore when the goals then bring the trophy home
(of the representitives): Just like in a we breakin' through these niggas terrine Supreme brings to your frame you can't hang (you can't maintain) in the where guns click 13 deep thee we don't miss
Lil' Cause we be the squad the representitives Lil' rock and supreme aka gen grim and mr. Lord don't want to be known to shit Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for what it's kid
And all catch a black from black pull Niggas that slack off I'm they glass jaw So ask for, forgiveness to end The representitives mean
Hurricane Yo I'm pass me the motherfuckin' mic Rock ya robbin', I clock ya like spike Lee, s-t-r-a-n-g-l-e then ? That's bitches tell me, strickly rugged Run and tell ya momma cause she it Hold it down like my niggas when pissing ou in public But you know and spolice spot you lock you But my hocktu got you ready to knock you Senseless against this you defencless Don't even nigga you weak, strengthless So all them niggas keeping eye on the cash flow Ash hole m16 steam through my It's all about the storm fuck you're under Gun number one a.k.a. starange wondah
Yo it's the nigga bad vybes creepin' up from the
Bad Now you bad want this done so I switch To some shit in 9-6 like fuck a bitch But I squeeze up on your shorites ass and titties And turn to my committee and score here a 50 Percent fake a your face meet cement I know a lot of guys want to test the But most of get fried like eggs on the side (lone desperado) could refuse a bottle Of pain my turn to words of ellen Chumps fakin' jacks I'm dishin' out the smacks g You riff tracks bout how you feel with ruegs in your
Playin' clean sweep for thee elite we call him shocker Second source out the shock like blanca Games you hit I them shit's get broken like bridges With bitches cause all they see is Hit's ya softly, unlawfully Smash the mask and and can the dog food I warned you One strike ass is dead It's just no fair you know the rules I don't care 3 you can't take no more All that bullshit hot pops out front door Enough of it punk I know you dug it Shit ya rougher boulder rocks labeled granite Stoney fleet jeeps take me home Buffalo batted and meson saved the
Well we have all come to an agreement Along with our darkside connection skeltah We now be known as magnum force You all have your orders, we have come to a agreement Meeting is But first your girlfriends new britches in the basket
"yuu won't be around next year" --> craig mack, in ya ear