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Trylogy - текст песни



Trylogy


Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like muggsy


Typhoons, kurupt calhoun


With a platoon of backwards ass buffoons


Ready to shoot anything that moves


Load to tunes from "the blue lagoon"


Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes


So i'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga


Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?


Heard that, word don't pass the front do'


Before you gotta show em your heart and soul and desert eagle fo'


Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze


He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater


Two pumps ready for a riot


Full baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen


Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip


After i flip these bitch niggaz for they shit


I been down with the twist since eighty-six


Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction


I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, i'm jackin for daytons


Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin


Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin


Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter


Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter


Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles


Interrogated and i paraded posted with pistols


Time for war this is when the heart's exposed


Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode


I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw


And that's all, end to anything before


In a world war, off like a concorde jet


But fool, d.p.g.'s the set


In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed


Change up the game, cock, sparks explode


Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin


Not givin a fuck while all y'all bitchin


Dis is for all my g's, my ho-mies


Flippin birds and servin ki's


I'm with king t and tha liks, alkahol-ed it up


Like bitch, get the fuck off my dick!


I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank


Crystallized coke and limes, i don't give a fuck!



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