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Rainstorm the back of the bank, loose
Like Muggsy, Typhoons, Kurupt
With a of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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