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

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

that, word don't pass the front do
Before you gotta show 'em your heart and and Desert Eagle fo'
Explode then watch 'em fold, the other niggaz
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, sixteen bricks to
After I these bitch niggaz for they shit

I been down the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, reaction
I'm sick of waitin', a thirty-eight, I'm 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 whole
Paralyze anything that through perimeter
Cervical veins lost to missiles

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

And all, end to anything 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 start skitzin'
Not givin' a fuck while all bitchin'
Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies birds and servin' ki's

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