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

Load to tunes "The Blue Lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounce on 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'
Explode watch 'em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, in an all blue sweater

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

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

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

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

And that's all, end to 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

up the game, cock, sparks 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 flippin' birds and servin'

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