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what, fuck ya want from me,see i love my thugs but im a terrorist nigga and imma terrorize ya asstill gone for miles panawhat, bitch ass nigga!!(Verse 1 Armageddon)I jeopardize this rap shit and blast ya ass to prove a pointI got thug nigguz who don`t even rap callin to do jointsfrontin off the strength and you the weak link in the clickit`s obvious you pussy i could see the pink in the cliti seen the chip and the clip of my daily desert eaglefourty four metal with heat`llopen ya belly like it`s legalpush you back a few feet send you sailin like a seagullwhen we clash in the street why was you bailin if you evil (you ain`t evil)talkin bout somebody tryin to playa hate youactually i like you but fuck wit my squad the German a.k.`ll hit youever seen what them things could do could-down to ya tims, i`m like the limit on ya lifethe demon on ya lightthat figure in the dark that takes ya heart in the mid of nightthis aint a joke cause aint nuttin comical how my laser scopeaim at ya dome could erase the features off ya facial bones(chorus)i`m like a triple threatdouble dare you to try to rip my neckthe way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to necki know you ain`t forget the way these squad niggaz repcomin at me from the sideline like you intend to step (x2)(Verse 2 Big Pun)Fuck the battlin` it`s world war four i mean the red formno need to crowd the name is aroused up in the dead zoneNew World Order i only flow wit the real horrorchrome C4 to ya door and pearl harborwe can bring it backgats on the holsters of mini macsgats on the holsters strapped to the shoulders of maniacswhere we at the projectswhy don`t you get the closetaaaahhhhhh!! shit killa clackscould`ve brought back ya prostatebuyacka got bullets big enough to move ya carland cruisers 18 wheelers we do it tiedjust let it happen i prefer violence instead of rappinfuckin wit this latin assassin better get ya head examinedmy shit be slammin like onyx and wrestle maniayou really want it you philly blounted in Pennsylvaniai`m aimin the mac right at ya hat better watch ya back blacki ain`t sayin you wack but you`s a copy cat(chorus x2)(Verse 3 Cuban Link**)yo now who the fuck wanna battle thisyou garbage pail rappers would get ya cabbage splitgot a habit of brandin ammitur nigguz like cattle hipsso watch ya lipscause what you fuckin is hazardousshut up and catch a clip I roll wit more dogz than St.Lazorouswhat happened is ya raps ain`t accurate you claim you packin itbut when the action hits you rather switch into a faggot bitchi`m hardcore it`s not my fault ya softer than cardboardya started to battle so imma turn into the god fourswitch to southpaw like De La Hoya golden boyI put it on you polaroid finish left you as red as sonyai been a soulja all my life fought for stripes all most saw the lighttalk to christ he told me that my songs so niceand for the right price i might just body youchop ya ass into particles and read about you in newspaper articlesi`m sick and tired talkin shit got beef wit me then so be iti`ll rush you like the soviet union and leave you soakin wet(chorus x6)

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