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

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

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

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

I down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin'
I'm sick of waitin', a thirty-eight, I'm jackin' for
Kick the door in for sure, double rammin'

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

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

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

Change up the game, cock, explode
Manic-depressive panic and then skitzin'
Not a fuck while all y'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
bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb,
coke and limes, I don't give a fuck