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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

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

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

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

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

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

Interrogated and I paraded posted with
Time for war this is when the exposed
Change up the game, and sparks explode
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to

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

Change up the game, cock, sparks
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' birds and servin'

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 don't give a