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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 house
So I'ma start it off skitzin' on the first
Saul hit the stack, heard me, me?

Heard that, word don't 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 blue

Two pumps 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 twist eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin'
I'm sick of waitin', a thirty-eight, I'm for Daytons
Kick the in for sure, double four's rammin'

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

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, touch of death, ten to draw

And that's all, end to anything
In a world war, off like a 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 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 ki's

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