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(feat. Chi Chi) [Intro: P.R. Terrorist] Yeah, Tera Iz Him, the Ramadan, yeah Here it come... [P.R. Terrorist] Aiyo, I stay in hostility, make sure y'all crab niggas be feelin' me Unload your clip, I'm Teflon Don, it ain't no killin' me I'm on the block, 1 A.M., coppin' a felony The raw way, on Broad Street in broad day Display my sword play, like a Broadway play left in the doorway Half cocked, your gun didn't jam, you had it on lock Should've learned, how to work that shit, before you shot at the Career criminal, burners tucked near my testicle Identical, g sag off my ass ready to finish you For fuckin' up, not sayin' your shots would've hit me Cuz your ass is too shook, and your trigger finger is shifty If I go, the whole world go, you comin' with me Nasty taste, dirt on my face, gun on my waist Make a shooting range out of the place, about face Crime capital, givin' ya'll niggas somethin' to clap to Return of the Six Man Wettin', held at the chapel Incarcerated, mentally shackled, they wanna trap you Dust you off, dumped in the ocean, the sharks attack you Left alone in a dark room, my mic grapple SongtexteJust a sample of what I can do on the L.P. My C.D., a hologram picture visionin' 3D You see me on the streets in 2G, that means they clone me The devil tried, but I rebel, he wanna own me Don't say peace, your ass is confused, you're fuckin' phony You're analog, my catalog's digital, like a Sony sound system I hit 'em and twist 'em, then dismiss 'em Terrorist, expodition, new jack, play your position [Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist] The moves niggas make, the rules niggas break The lives niggas take, your lives are at stake Wit plans to expand, we rise just like a cake Be wise, look deep in to the eyes and tell a snake [Hook x2: Chi Chi] The moves, the moves, niggas make The rules, the rules, niggas break The lives, the lives, that they take Their lives, their lives, are at stake [P.R. Terrorist] Yo, I'm like The Last Man Standing, pawn, weld in the cannon He's exhausted, explainin' to me, I shouldn't have forced it You're damn right, that's why I left you hot in your pipe Rookie cadets, all upset, tryin' to vanish my stripes It's get me hype, just the thought of them, trynna take my life Then run North, vacate the sight, like a thief in the night It's kinda sickening, thinkin' of your self as the victim That's why I'm standin' here, niggas in suds and blood drippin' Rarely confused, cuz I ain't got Nothing to Lose I seen cats crippled and dead, cuz friends that they choose Broadcastin' live on the ten o'clock news Anyway, who's to say, it can't happen to you? But you a thug, wit a color, or a crew tattoo All the same, when the barrel of flames pointed at you Hollow points'll leave double jointed, and black and blue When the scar heal up, and you got no cousin Phillip And your other man got hit, can't feel from his waist up In a wheelchair, gettin' wheeled around All because, he didn't know how to react when he heard the sound These are the rules... [Chorus x2] [Outro: Chi Chi] The moves, the moves, niggas make Those rules, those rules, niggas break The moves, the moves, those rules, those rules... Aus Songtexte Mania