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Rainstorm the back of the bank, loose
Like Muggsy, Typhoons, Calhoun
With a platoon of backwards ass
to shoot anything that moves

Load to tunes from "The Lagoon"
on, khakis, ounce on house shoes
So start it off skitzin' on the first nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, me?

Heard that, don't pass the front do
Before you gotta '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 ready for a
Full Baretta, six hostages a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, bricks to flip
After I flip bitch niggaz for they shit

I been down with the twist since
Hyperactive with a automatic, reaction
I'm sick of waitin', a thirty-eight, I'm jackin' for
Kick the in for sure, double four's rammin'

bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin'
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole
Paralyze anything that walks perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated to missiles

Interrogated and I paraded with pistols
for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin' and explode
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 when the heart's

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