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Trylogy - Kurupt
Rainstorm the back of the bank bustin loose like Muggsy
Typhoons Kurupt Calhoun
With a platoon of backwards a** buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that moves
Load to tunes from The Blue Lagoon
Mask on khakis ounced on house shoes
So I'mma start it off skitzin on the first ni**a
Saul here for stacks heard me hear me
Heard that word don't pass the front do'
Before you gotta show em your heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo'
Explode then watch'em fold the other niggas froze
He knew better mask in an all blue sweater
Two pumps ready for a riot
Full Baretta six hostages with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river sixteen bricks to flip
After I flip these b**ch niggas for they sh*t
I been down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic snappin reaction
I'm sick of waitin a thirty-eight I'm jackin for Daytons
Kick the door in for sure double four's ramming
Hollow bandit ready to knock him off if he standing
Position the cannons telegraph the whole parameter
Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles
Interrogated and I paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game cocking and sparks explode
I'm a marksman touch of death ten steps to draw
And that's all end to anything before
In a world war off like a Concorde jet
But fool DPG's the set
In a world war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game cock sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzing
Not giving a f**k while all y'all bitching
Dis is for all my G's my ho-mies

Flipping birds and serving ki's
I'm with King T and Tha Liks Alkahol-ed it up
Like b**ch get the f**k off my dick
I got pistols pills acid bomb crank

Crystallized coke and limes I don't give a f**k