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Rainstorm the back of the bank, loose
Muggsy, Typhoons, Kurupt Calhoun
With a platoon of ass buffoons
Ready to shoot that moves

Load to from "The Blue Lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, on house shoes
So I'ma start it off on the first nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, me?

that, word don't pass the front do
Before you show 'em your heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo'
then watch 'em fold, the other niggaz froze
He better, mask in an all blue sweater

Two pumps for a riot
Full Baretta, six with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to
After I flip these bitch for they shit

I been with the twist since eighty-six
with a automatic, snappin' reaction
I'm sick of waitin', a thirty-eight, I'm for Daytons
Kick the in for sure, double four's rammin'

Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he
Position the cannons, telegraph the parameter
Paralyze anything that through perimeter
veins lacerated lost to missiles

Interrogated and I paraded with pistols
for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin' and sparks
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten to draw

And all, end to anything before
In a world war, off a Concorde jet
But fool, D.P.G.'s the set
In a world war, this is the heart's exposed

Change up the game, cock, sparks
Manic-depressive and then start skitzin'
Not givin' a fuck all y'all bitchin'
Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies birds and servin' ki's

I'm with King T and Tha Liks, it up
Like bitch, get the fuck off my
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb,
Crystallized and limes, I don't give a fuck