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[ 1: armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we this
Tec-9s with clips, my ? set's style? is still legit
Ain't changed
You can tell I'm comin, cause the strange
Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his
Never mind the notion of savin the lives of friends
Your sister, your cousins, your mother, [edited]
go and ride with 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 michael and me to evil acts like
Robbin and pumpin the shotie to keep em back
Nobody move, get burst open
Just up the jewels before your purse-totin-
Ass the first smokin
Pop shit on my records, you lock in my presence
My squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and it
Stick a chip in [rectum] and pull your soul out your [asshole]
And all for gettin with the blow I got from castro

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You gotta ask how ill is this
Only my thug niggas 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 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, when I shots I'm slappin wrists
Not inaccurate, be actin if I ain't immaculate
You it? better be bustin, I'm steadily rushin
Up in crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted
You pussed it, but it the cops
Turn back, and like you saw death
breath, I left you in shock
You was amazed how the raised from the waist
Got in your face, was about to drop mace in the place
Chill like I did enough, cause niggas hit em up
We'll leave it at for the paramedics to pick it up
This a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroom
And spark boom, in my path, I leave a heart wound
We out without bustin, no, make no sense
It's like d's lockin you up and don't take no
Tell your man in the black van I like it when my react
In one second that shit'll your family back

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