No doubt
Some real drama shit
All of y'all rap niggas, pay homage (Yeah)
When G Rap spit atomics
My verse crash the Earth like a comet (C'mon)
Brace the climate, make hot lava spit out like Comet
We Vietnam it, scramble your brain like an omelet
The Sphinx baby linked and bonded
Keepin' you weak niggas in bondage
Nigga convicts, you alarmed how we bombed it
We charm it, it'll take a Terror Squad to disarm it
We layin' with grenades in the palm, two Alarcon niggas
Ah, nigga, you done got me started
Mama wanted a good boy
Said she got a four-hundred-pound retarded
Bronx nigga from the projects
What, nigga? You don't want it
Cock if you think you got it (Uh-huh)
Nigga, you make me sick, fuckin' with Pun
You is a crazy bitch holdin' for ransom
I cut off your tongue in case he sayin' shit
Shady snitch across the street
Seventy more can talk it cheap
A buck fifty even, nigga, that's regulation on the street
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
C'mon, c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, yeah
No man can go against me
Alright, alright, alright, alright now
Pay attention, pay attention
You don't stop
You don't stop, rock it out
Rottin' in foxholes inside the trenches
Closin' in from ounce to inches
Killin' the distance, enemy flinches
Death vengeance left a kid limbless
Landmines behind the barbed wire fences
Crossfire, ten winches, saw my man blow
Bandanna tied tight like Rambo
Burnin' slugs make the land glow
Niggas screamin' for medics and ammo
Every soldier in your camp go, "Fuck this shit"
Me and my man Tro got your back
AKA Joey Crack, AK with the MAC
Makin' my way through the pack
Every day I gotta be strapped
'Cause niggas don't know how to act
You don't wanna go to the gat
'Cause T-Squad gonna react
What do we got? Guns and ammo
'Bout a hundred tons of guns and Rambos
Just in case you come in commando
I'm runnin' Sopranos and Corleones
With they own armies
And a couple of Morenos that'll die for me
Hammers are lodged under the camouflage
Here to take charge
Put a cap inside your captain, leavin' four in your sarge
Killers at large with two trey-pound guards
The sound hard for every round, sabotage
Bodies hit the ground hard
Pass the pound, god, I'm 'bout to get down and put in work
Tried to drill me, but it wouldn't work
Skirt, but it wouldn't murk
E-Class, no gas, think fast
Yo, ass, too late, my balls
Pun and G Rap are too fast
Act like you want drama
Kool G. Rap, Big Pun
Executioner style
Act like you want drama
Kool G. Rap, Big Pun
Executioner style
Act like you want drama
Act like you want drama
Act like you want drama
Word up, all y'all rap niggas
We takin' it to war, kid
Y'all niggas stay the fuck behind enemy lines, nigga
Lose a fuckin' body part to this shit here, word up
Know what I'm sayin'?
G Rap, Big Pun, T-Squad
Murder Inc., baby
X-Men holdin' it the fuck down, you know?
Word up, them niggas are wolverines
Them niggas'll fuckin' scratch the meat off a nigga face
Y'all niggas think it's a fuckin' joke
Executioner style
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