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Stock the dope in the days and I got em'
Looked the buster dead in his face and I shot em'
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Nina, milli, military killer
Feel my strategy of warfare nigg*
Nina, milli, military killer
Feel my strategy of warfare nigg*
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We bout to take this b*tch by storm
nigg* grab ya arms, prepare Armageddon comes
We bout to take this b*tch by storm
nigg* grab ya arms, prepare Armageddon comes
DJ Paul
Ya stuck up in the wrong part of town, M-Town-M-Town is on trey
Representin' nine to five, it's time I hit a snowflake
They got me on a cheese chase
I had to test one, my fingerprint were on his face
I had to tell son, ya rollin' with some on a Cognac tip
Too many of them slow, the rest of em' got that weed in that there
We ain't gon' call this s**t a night till I feel alright
Me and my nigg* was searchin belles till I get some tight
Gangsta Boo
I bringin' out s**t that's gon' bring hell
nigg* so fk yo bulletproof vest
And I be the best when it come to arsonist
I'm blazin' up in this s**t
I got chu' faded cause the lady that I be is in me
I'm chargin' all you sucker , never fkin' for free
I'm takin' hoods like storms, I'm droppin' lyrics like bombs
I'm comin' quick to leave ya quick cause ho I be like the one
We goin' platinum on ya as* so hold this stick while I pee
Let's keep it on the down low bro cause you ain't heard it from
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Lord Infamous
We be the murderin' motherfkers servin' them musical felony
Bring em' in above the killers yellin' better deadly medley
With the infamy, everyone of my victims slept in misery
Since the embassy with the chief that lost the best in lyrical sensory
Takin' a life in a second, we split ya neck off with the guillotine
All you fear of me, pay for the women see
Let the killer do his job and I promise you won't feel a thing
I'm on a killin' spree, of course it's me
That nigg* that gives no mercy, see
Koopsta Knicca
You know make plans, I'm the beater man
But I'm just a young as* nigg* with glock in hand
Every time ya see me in the streets I ain't rollin' deep
Cold fkin' plastic on the seats, don't cha' fk with me
Comin' from a city where be slangin' dope and storin' cane
Memphis step up in this now we runnin' thangs
Hooked with these Houston now the plan is to get thicker
Prophet Posse, Houston posse now the plan's to get richer, b*tch
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