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Rainstorm the of the bank, bustin' loose
Like Muggsy, Typhoons, Kurupt
With a platoon of ass buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that

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

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

Two ready for a riot
Full Baretta, six hostages with a loss of
Wet as a river, sixteen to flip
I flip these bitch niggaz for they shit

I down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin'
I'm of waitin', a thirty-eight, I'm jackin' for Daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double four's

Hollow bandit, ready to him off if he standin'
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole
Paralyze anything that walks through
Cervical veins lost to missiles

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

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

up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and start skitzin'
Not givin' a while all y'all bitchin'
Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies flippin' birds and ki's

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