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Feel by this

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Takin

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

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

[ verse 2: ]
I master this, I throw shots I'm slappin wrists
Not inaccurate, niggas be if I ain't immaculate
You packin it? better be bustin, I'm rushin
Up in your crib with a wig and my metal trusted
You it, but it ain't the cops
Turn back, and like you saw death
Lost breath, I you in shock
You was amazed how the glock from 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 it at that for the paramedics to pick it up
This ain't a cartoon, I bring light to the
And boom, step in my path, I leave a heart wound
We pullin out without bustin, no, 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 canon
In one second that shit'll blow your family

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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 or in the gutter
I put you frontpage on the
When I pump the gauge your blubber
You muthafuckas get protection
I got a & wesson
Strong enough to you up with _the jetsons_
Spacely wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
? ? ? and your ? ? ?
I lace the bastard, dr. evil let it
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 urban legend, in eye the perfect seven
The first to get in the devil's ass a verse from heaven
Reverse the emblem, he ready for the logo
Now he cursin and yellin like a for his bobo