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[Demetrius Capone:]
Aww shit, when it gets dark then a nigga start schitzin'

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero:]
Offend a nigga, sawed-off grippin'

[Julius Luciano:]
We all start trippin', survival's impossible man
We ain't clowns but understand my posse's insane

Keep actin' all hot-headed, you finna get shot in the brain

[Julius Luciano:]
I be a lunatic comin' to kill anybody who's lame; I don't mean ill deformed
No way to escape the buildin', I seal the doors
I'm he who walks behind the rows of children in the fields of corn; nigga's limbs get torn to shreds
Picture a nigga dressed to kill, my form's adorned for war, I carry a shield and sword
My father was Julius, died in the uterus, but I wasn't stillborn; I still was born

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero:]
The man of steel was born with a motherfuckin' cape on
I change forms in the booth with the mic not the motherfuckin' payphone
Then I'm finna break domes, even if you Jon Jones, I'm finna break bones
I come alone when they [?:] this record, who really wanna be summoned to heaven
I don't need none of my bredrens to set trip on none of my weapons
It's one against one like the number eleven

[Demetrius Capone:]
Like a Republican, I'm stickin' to my guns, I come in your wedding
Put one in your husband and one in the reverend
I give a fuck if the woman is pregnant, I put that gun to that bun in the oven
And this a double 187, I'm givin' birth to murder
This a motherfuckin' stick up, I stick you up like Yeshua
I mean on a cross then I'm off to go pick another bishop
Like Soulja Boy in Juice, I need to pick another Bishop

Then I'm tryin' to hit her like a strip club, not with clubs, with my dick's glove
I'm a tap it like a phone that's been bugged; Hit it from the back and beat it better than subs
I been livin' in the shadowy depths, smokin' on canabis chokin' like a hater when I'm grabbin' this deck
Mechanical animal demandin' respect, like actresses I put that on the set

[Julius Luciano:]
Hannibal Lecter is comin' to snack on your flesh
I put your address in Mapquest, I'm plannin' your death
I'm in the stolen Mazerati, dynamite around my body, Kamikaze so it's obvious I'm plannin' to wreck
Yeah I'm finna be the winner, there will never be a tie
With you and I, forget about U-N-I-T-Y
I'm all about drama, put it on my momma
I'm the Unibomber so why would I unify, you can die
Who am I?

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero:]
I be that nigga with suspicious behavior
Squeezin' on my trigger til I empty my chamber
When I say me and my compadres movin' in on your block, I don't mean we finna be neighbors
Got a Mac, you don't fuck around with that shit
Flip a dude in the air, do a dozen back flips
Me not grippin' a ringer is like a hand missin' it's fingers; you can't count on that shit

Swisher Sweet and sour D mixed sweet with the sour like a motherfuckin' Sour Patch Kid
Might clap at a nigga like I'm proud of that kid
I'm a flow with the river that I'm a drown his ass in
Tell him life is a bitch so it's death when you finna meet her
Make your fam greet her, introduce us to your senorita
My 9 millimeter has the ability to knock you back a couple of centimeters, you feel the heater

[Demetrius Capone:]
Then Atilla beat a nigga to give you the middle finger
Then I guillotine ya, hot headed, I feel a fever
I'm goin' down swingin', that mean I'm finna eat it up but then I beat it up when I sexually kill a diva
If looks could kill, then my vision is weaponized
Recognize, I said "weapon eyes"
If looks could kill, I see dead people
Put you in a watery grave, I sea dead people

[Horseshoe G.A.N.G:]
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can hang with us

Shoe gang crew and we ain't changin' up
I'm a dang shoe so dame, lace me up
Don't wanna tangle? You rather fight AIDS than us
Paint pictures, make dudes hang it up cause we raise it up
As if it's angel dust, niggas afraid of us
You small as grains of dust, don't wanna bang with us

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero:]
I aim and bust, I'm an AK blazer, wanna shave your face with 8 straightrazors
I'm a virus in a minute you finna be dyin', nigga fuck 28 Days Later
Run to the police but they can't save ya
I'm tellin' you right now, this place ain't safe
You in danger of being in grave room, grave danger
These niggas better say their prayers

[Julius Luciano:]
Bang bang bang, the semi finna hit em

[Demetrius Capone:]
Fuck all the enemy, nigga we gotta get em

[Julius Luciano:]
Any one of my niggas tell me to get em, I'm a get em
I be wreckin' shit like some kind of cataclysm
Your heart skips a beat like somebody that ain't got no rhythm
I'm a villain that ain't got no feelings
My blade slit the wrist of St. Nickolaus, now a nigga gotta cancel Christmas

[Demetrius Capone:]
Made niggas mixed with grave diggers, Mobb Deep, now we gotta handle business
Hand on my dick cause I handle my business
And I'm dickin' bitches with the right amount of riches

[Julius Luciano:]
What do you get when you mix Biggie Smalls with Pac?

[Demetrius Capone:]
You get Small-Pacs, we ill

Somebody need to call the doctor, bring pills

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero:]
Somebody need to call the cops cause we kill

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