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Takin

[ 1: armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we this
Tec-9s silver clips, my ? set's style? is still legit
Ain't changed
You can tell I'm comin, the weather strange
Armageaddon, the end of your life on in his range
Never the notion of savin the lives of your friends
Your sister, cousins, your mother, even [edited]
Will go and ride me
Through the levels of hell in atrocity
Bust my guns at the heavens an angel fell on top of me
He said his name was and introduced me to evil acts like
Robbin parties and pumpin the to keep em back
Nobody move, nobody get open
Just up the jewels before your purse-totin-
Ass the first smokin
Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my
My squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and it
Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull soul out your [asshole]
And all for gettin with the blow I got from castro

[ ]
You gotta ask yourself how ill is
Only my niggas feelin this
All in the clubs they be killin
You the way we rip a track
Where all my niggas at?
me some love, give me love
You gotta ask yourself how ill is
Only my niggas feelin this
All in the they be killin this
You love the way we rip a
We take a love, then give it back
We terror squad, squad

[ verse 2: ]
I this, when I throw shots I'm slappin wrists
Not inaccurate, niggas be if I ain't immaculate
You packin it? be bustin, I'm steadily rushin
Up in your crib with a wig and my heavenly trusted
You pussed it, but it ain't the
Turn back, and like you saw death
Lost breath, I you in shock
You was amazed how the glock raised the waist
Got blazed in face, was about to drop mace in the place
like I did enough, cause real niggas hit em up
We'll leave it at that for the paramedics to it up
This ain't a cartoon, I light to the darkroom
And spark boom, in my path, I leave a heart wound
We pullin out bustin, no, make no sense
It's like d's you up and don't take no prints
Tell your man in the black van I like it when my canon
In one second that shit'll blow your family

[ ]

[ 3: big pun ]
I thought I told you I only rap for the
Keep the mac under the sweater, to clap any nigga
Whether on or in the gutter
I put you frontpage on the
When I pump the through your blubber
You muthafuckas better get
I got a smith &
Strong enough to launch you up with jetsons_
Spacely wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
? ? ? and disgrace ? ? ?
I lace the bastard, dr. let it rumble
Get sent up it ? ? ? bubble
for trouble you've come to the right place
out the ice age
A caveman raised by a clan of white
An legend, in god's eye the perfect seven
The first to get in the devil's ass with a from heaven
Reverse the emblem, he ready for the logo
Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his