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Feel by this

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Takin

[ verse 1: ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we 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 life on whatever's in his
mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends
Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even
Will go and with me
the levels 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 acts
parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back
Nobody move, nobody get burst
Just give up the jewels your purse-totin-
Ass the first smokin
Pop on my records, you lock stiff in my presence
My squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and it
Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your out your [asshole]
And all for gettin cash the blow I got from castro

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

[ verse 2: ]
I master this, when I throw shots I'm 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 heavenly
You it, but it ain't the cops
Turn your back, and like you saw
Lost breath, I you in shock
You was how the glock raised from the waist
Got blazed in your face, was about to drop in the place
Chill I did enough, cause real niggas hit em up
We'll leave it at that for the to pick it up
This ain't a cartoon, I light to the darkroom
And boom, step in my path, I leave a heart wound
We pullin out without bustin, no, no sense
It's d's lockin you up and don't take no prints
Tell your man in the black van I like it when my react
In one second that blow your family back

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[ 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 gauge through your
You muthafuckas get protection
I got a smith &
Strong enough to launch you up _the jetsons_
Spacely wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
? ? ? and your ? ? ?
I lace the bastard, dr. evil let it
Get up fuck it ? ? ? bubble
Lookin for trouble you've come to the right
out the ice age
A caveman raised by a of white apes
An urban legend, in eye the perfect seven
The first to get in the devil's ass with a verse heaven
the emblem, he ain't ready for the logo
Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his