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Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin'
Like Muggsy, Typhoons, Kurupt
With a of backwards ass buffoons
to shoot anything that moves

Load to tunes "The Blue Lagoon"
on, khakis, ounce on house shoes
So I'ma start it off skitzin' on the first
Saul hit the stack, me, hear me?

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

Two pumps ready for a
Full Baretta, six hostages with a of oxygen
Wet as a river, bricks to flip
After I flip these bitch niggaz for shit

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

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

and I paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is the heart's exposed
Change up the game, and sparks explode
I'm a marksman, of death, ten steps 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, is when the heart's exposed

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

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