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