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

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

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

Two pumps for a riot
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 with the twist 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 four's

bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin'
Position the cannons, telegraph the parameter
Paralyze anything walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to

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

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

Change up the game, cock, explode
Manic-depressive and then start skitzin'
Not givin' a fuck while all y'all
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 coke and limes, I give a fuck