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Feel by this

T.s.
Takin

[ verse 1: ]
We drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? style? is still legit
nothin changed
You can tell I'm comin, cause the weather
Armageaddon, the end of your on whatever's in his range
Never mind the notion of savin the of your friends
sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited]
Will go and with me
Through the of hell in this atrocity
Bust my at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me
He said his name was michael and introduced me to evil like
Robbin parties and the shotie to keep em back
move, nobody get burst open
Just up the jewels before your purse-totin-
Ass become the first
Pop on my records, you lock stiff in my presence
My squad respected for cockin the fifth and affect it
Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your out your [asshole]
And all for gettin cash with the blow I got castro

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

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

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[ 3: big pun ]
I thought I told you I only rap for the
Keep the mac under the sweater, ready to any nigga
Whether on or in the gutter
I put you on the cover
When I pump the gauge through blubber
You muthafuckas better get
I got a smith &
Strong enough to you up with _the jetsons_
Spacely sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the
? ? ? and disgrace ? ? ?
I the bastard, dr. evil let it rumble
Get sent up fuck it ? ? ?
Lookin for you've come to the right place
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 like a baby for his