| Stomp the doors in and then I got em'
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| Look the busta dead in his face and I shot em'
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| Nina, milli, military killer
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| Feel my strategy warfare nigga
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| Nina, milli, military killer
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| Feel my strategy warfare nigga
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| We come to take this bitch by storm
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| Nigga grab ya arms
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| Prepare, Armageddon comes
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| Take this bitch by storm
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| Nigga grab ya arms
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| Prepare, Armageddon comes
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| Ya stuck up in the wrong part of town, M-Town-M-Town is on trey
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| Representin' nine to five, it’s time I hit a snowflake
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| They got me on a cheese chase
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| I had to test one, my fingerprints was on his face
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| I had to tell son, ya rollin' with some niggas on a Cognac tip
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| Too many snort, the rest of em' got that weed in that dip
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| We ain’t gon' call this shit a night until I get alright
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| Me and my nigga was searchin belles till I get some tight
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| I bringin' out shit that’s gon' bring hell, so fuck yo bulletproof vest
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| And I be the best when it come to arson as I’m blazin' up in this shit
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| I got chu' faded cause the lady that I be is in me
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| I’m chargin' all you sucker niggas, never fuckin' for free
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| I’m takin' homes like storms, I’m droppin' lyrics like bombs
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| I’m comin' quick to leave ya quick cause ho I be like the one
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| We goin' platinum on ya ass so hold this stick while I pee
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| Let’s keep it on the down low bro cause you ain’t heard it from me
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| Me be the murderer motherfucker, servin' 'em musical felony
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| Bring em' in above the killers yellin' better deadly melody
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| With the infamy, everyone of my victims slept in misery
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| Since the embassy with the chief
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| That lost the best in lyrical sorcery
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| Takin' a life in a second, me spliting ya neck off with the guillotine
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| All you niggas fear of me, pay for the women see
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| Let the killer do the job and I promise you won’t feel a thing
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| I’m on a killin' spree, of course it’s me, that nigga that gives no mercy, see
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| You know niggas make plans, I’m the beater man
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| But I’m just a young ass nigga with Glock in hand
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| Every time ya see me in the streets I ain’t rollin' deep
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| Cold fuckin' plastic on the seats, don’t cha' fuck with me
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| Comin' from a city where niggas be slangin' dope and snortin' cane
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| Memphis niggas step up in this house, hoe we runnin' thangs
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| Hooked with these Houston niggas now the plan is to get thicker
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| Prophet Posse, Houston Mafia on a mission, gettin' richer, bitch |