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Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin'
Like Muggsy, Typhoons, Calhoun
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
Saul hit the stack, me, hear me?

Heard that, don't pass the front do
Before you gotta show 'em heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo'
Explode then '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, sixteen bricks to
After I flip these bitch niggaz for shit

I been with the twist 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 knock him off if he
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole
Paralyze anything that walks perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated to missiles

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

Change up the game, cock, sparks
Manic-depressive panic and then start
Not a fuck while all y'all bitchin'
Dis is for all my G's, my flippin' birds and servin' 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,
coke and limes, I don't give a fuck