When the smoke clears
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You know who gon' be there
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When the smoke clear yo
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Thats all we got to tell y'all right now
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Y'all know who gon' be standing there right
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See its our destiny to count G's an' a semi-squeeze
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Shoot the breeze, volley how the computers might freeze
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So Im'a store water, guns, can foods and keep order
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We spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughter
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The struggle savoir, got my temple on the border
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Line, ready to corner you off and get ???, said it
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Screwball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (Yo)
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You dealin with some loose cannons (Yo) ready to dead shit
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I heard the world was over ahit suppose to blow like supernova's (Uh huh)
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Im on the hill high off the real, pumpin my ?bolos? (Yeah)
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Prediction told us turn into rollers, don't let the street control us (What
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happened)
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'Cuz when those crackers pull the plug they gonna creeep the holders
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I send my deacon donors, black re-bels, who kill de-vels
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and move through cells we rule this hell (Screwball)
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Make it picture pefect cock it back and lay it out
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Bomb the White House run up in the pentagon and spray it out
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Chorus:
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Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy)
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Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*Buck buck buck buck*)
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Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy)
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Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*Buck buck buck buck*)
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How many times sour limes and coronas
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Powerful crimes in America, corna' to corna'
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What'choo wanna do, cops huntin you
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Aimin for the kill, layin still
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Permanent forever chill in heavens field
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Spreadin doin' deals, more electric than eels
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Respectin the reals, countin what'choo build
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?Prepare was heal? journey, with hard times
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Examine it, playa's have money at random
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Sittin pretty, sayin come and get me
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(First line overlaps last line)
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Standin infront of the gates of hell
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Smackin niggas, pullin out the gat on niggas
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Sold crack, plus Im a rappin nigga
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I got rhymes for days, I got gats that blaze
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Ready for motherfucking war
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See this is whatcha'll wanted, you know it got to be me (Screw B)
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Everybody talkin 'bout they whips with the TV
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I need some of this motherfucking rap money
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I'm sick of this motherfuckin funny crack money
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Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, y'all don't worry me
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Screw B, QB, from here to eternity (To eternity)
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Chorus
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Y2K
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| Screwball |
