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

to tunes from "The Blue Lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, on house shoes
So start it off skitzin' 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 Desert fo'
Explode watch 'em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, in an all blue sweater

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

I been down the twist since eighty-six
with a automatic, snappin' reaction
I'm sick of waitin', a thirty-eight, I'm 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 that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to

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

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

Change up the game, cock, explode
Manic-depressive and then 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 with 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