what, fuck ya want from me,
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see i love my thugs but im a terrorist nigga and imma terrorize ya ass
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till gone for miles pana
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what, bitch ass nigga!!
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(Verse 1 Armageddon)
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I jeopardize this rap shit and blast ya ass to prove a point
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I got thug nigguz who don't even rap callin to do joints
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frontin off the strength and you the weak link in the click
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it's obvious you pussy i could see the pink in the clit
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i seen the chip and the clip of my daily desert eagle
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fourty four metal with heat'll
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open ya belly like it's legal
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push you back a few feet send you sailin like a seagull
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when we clash in the street
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why was you bailin if you evil (you ain't evil)
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talkin bout somebody tryin to playa hate you
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actually i like you but fuck wit my squad the German a.k.'ll hit you
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ever seen what them things could do could-
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down to ya tims, i'm like the limit on ya life
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the demon on ya light
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that figure in the dark that takes ya heart in the mid of night
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this aint a joke cause aint nuttin comical how my laser scope
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aim at ya dome could erase the features off ya facial bones
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(chorus)
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i'm like a triple threat
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double dare you to try to rip my neck
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the way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
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i know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
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comin at me from the sideline like you intend to step (x2)
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(Verse 2 Big Pun)
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Fuck the battlin' it's world war four i mean the red form
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no need to crowd the name is aroused up in the dead zone
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New World Order i only flow wit the real horror
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chrome C4 to ya door and pearl harbor
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we can bring it back
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plastic explosives with mini macs
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gats on the holsters strapped to the shoulders of maniacs
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where we at the projects
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wheres ur gat at ?... the closet
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aaaahhhhhh!! shit killa clacks
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could've broughtdat you bastard
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buyacka got bullets big enough to move ya car
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land cruisers 18 wheelers we do it tied
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just let it happen i prefer violence instead of rappin
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fuckin wit this latin assassin better get ya head examined
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my shit be slammin like onyx and wrestle mania
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you really want it you philly blounted in Pennsylvania
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i'm aimin the mac right at ya hat better watch ya back black
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i ain't sayin you wack but you's a copy cat
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(chorus x2)
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(Verse 3 Cuban Link**)
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yo now who the fuck wanna battle this
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you garbage pail rappers would get ya cabbage split
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got a habit of brandin ammitur nigguz like cattle hips
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so watch ya lips
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cause what you fuckin is hazardous
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shut up and catch a clip I roll wit more dogz than St.Lazorous
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what happened is ya raps ain't accurate you claim you packin it
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but when the action hits you rather switch into a faggot bitch
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i'm hardcore it's not my fault ya softer than cardboard
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ya started to battle so imma turn into the god four
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switch to southpaw like De La Hoya golden boy
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I put it on you polaroid finish left you as red as sonya
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i been a soulja all my life fought for stripes all most saw the light
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talk to christ he told me that my songs so nice
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and for the right price i might just body you
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chop ya ass into particles and read about you in newspaper articles
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i'm sick and tired talkin shit got beef wit me then so be it
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i'll rush you like the soviet union and leave you soakin wet
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(chorus x6)
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Triple Threat
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| Terror Squad |
