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Feel by this

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

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

[ verse 2: ]
I master this, I throw shots I'm slappin wrists
Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I ain't
You packin it? better be bustin, I'm rushin
Up in your crib with a wig and my metal trusted
You pussed it, but it the cops
Turn your back, and you saw death
Lost breath, I left you in
You was amazed how the glock from the waist
Got blazed in face, was about to drop mace in the place
Chill like I did enough, cause niggas hit em up
leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it up
This ain't a cartoon, I bring light to the
And spark boom, step in my path, I leave a wound
We pullin out without bustin, no, make no
It's like d's lockin you up and take no prints
your man in the black van I like it when my canon react
In one that shit'll blow your family back

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[ 3: big pun ]
I thought I you I only rap for the cheddar
Keep the mac under the sweater, ready to clap any
on stage or in the gutter
I put you on the cover
When I pump the gauge through your
You better get protection
I got a smith &
Strong enough to launch you up with _the
Spacely sprockets face the prophet, taste the chocolate
? ? ? and your ? ? ?
I lace the bastard, dr. let it rumble
Get sent up fuck it ? ? ?
Lookin for trouble you've come to the right
out the ice age
A raised by a clan of white apes
An urban legend, in god's eye the seven
The first to get in the ass with a verse from heaven
the emblem, he ain't ready for the logo
Now he cursin and yellin a baby for his bobo