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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Change up the game, cock, explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start
Not givin' a fuck while all bitchin'
Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies birds and servin' ki's

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