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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You never hear that we buckle,
we- we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything I put my money in
got to see double
Unless y'all wanna see trouble
You ran a mile
I'm the type to cut a piece of soap,
put it on a imbecile
Play his crack to handle that
Hear me foul, girls wanna know,
can I smile?
That's what they for,
'cause they lick my balls
Right after I play ball
No wash up, no nothin',
hear what I say, y'all?
Okay, y'all, ask AJ, y'all
I'm the baddest bitch
to scare y'all
Like Stacey Dash, he was eatin' Tracy ass
At this other lady pad
To get it on,
I had to call up Desert Storm
But cutthroats call y'all, while
y'all hope the dawn fall
But I come inside the tunnel, nigga,
with Pope John Paul
Yo, them niggas on the wrong
front
They ain't no harm, y'all
'Cause my crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga that talk about no
street soldiers
'Cause my street soldiers are heat
holders and weed rollers
Keep two bones and two
phones in each Rover
We all relax, and any beef,
it's all reactin'
Peace is all reaction,
but I get buckwild like Corey Jackson
Playas called off, 'cause y'all niggas
got to get hauled off
Y'all all soft, smokin' Nicholai,
nigga like Volkoff
Know what I mean, yo?
Long as the C.R.E.A.M. grow,
I fiend though
I come fuck up your whole
town like El Niño
I'm the hottest nigga you seen, yo
Jumpin' outta Lex too
With Jimmy Jones right next to
me in a Benz sweatsuit
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Fuck all y'all non- believers
I roll with God, the Squad and TS
Out with the BS
We platinum, they even doubted Jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brain brolic with knowledge,
cock- diesel scholars
Holdin' it down
Walkin' around with gold
by the pound
Frozen and drowned with diamond
boulders all in the crown
Talk of the town, soakin' you down
with toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and burn your corpse with the force
that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns,
I'm on a serious tip
You keep playin',
and I get furious quick
And I'll take you for a walk
through the ghetto
Either spark your metal
Or get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered
this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack
on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a MAC
in back of the Ac'
Now I relax and stack platinum
plaques in my shack
It's like that
But don't think I won't
counteract
My niggas is strapped
And quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the MAC,
quicker than kung fu
With the reflexes of a cat
and the speed of a mongoose
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Talk about, huh? That's what we talk about,
thug shit
Talk about, huh? That's what we talk about,
thug shit
Talk about, huh? That's what we talk about,
thug shit
Talk about, huh? That's what we talk about,
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thug shit
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Now, what's a symphony without
me on it? It ain't a symphony
My jewels shit on cats without Tiffany
N.O.R.E., I just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track,
give me any beat
I get head in the whip on any street
I fuck with Clue, other cats is snakes
I been fuckin' with Clue since
he made 60 Minute tapes
We copped mad bottles
and crushed many grapes
We from the hood,
and they from the hood
The difference is we get plaques
that go double wood
We took the game right over at
the time they could
Them niggas silly though
Knowin' Nore lay pretty low
But them niggas is moles
Just like the Maxwell video
I got two albums and two cars
And now bitches on my dick 'cause
of Chico DeBarge
Thugged Out's first lady (Let's go have fun,
baby)
Them motherfuckers ain't live,
though they told the streets
I sold a hundred sixty- three
thou' on my first week
That mean I got more fans than you,
bigger plans than you
We buy real coke,
hit grams of blue
Ayo, the president is like me,
he smoke weed too
Don't really like to fuck,
he just get head too
Stick a broom in your butt,
tell you, "Go 'head, boo"
Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest
of the crew
Canibus, Cam'Ron and Punisher too
And the beats usually done
by Duro and Clue
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Who the hell wanna battle
the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain
is IBM compatible
Techniques are foreign,
far from bein' borin'
My style is hard like Castle
without McCormick
I run through your crew like
the flu when I vomit
My style's like AIDS,
'cause don't nobody want it
Niggas frontin' like they hard
But I'm a street fighter
like Jean- Claude
And I'll split your shit, pa
Right down the middle,
play you like a fiddle
I got a fetish for titties,
I nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property
like Monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that
ass properly
Welcome to the Desert Storm
annual extravaganza
Crew rolls deeper
than the Cartwrights on Bonanza
I feed off weed, natural energy sources
Lyrics are more power than the horses
they put in Porsches
Can't be tested or effed with,
I'm too reckless
I chop off heads just to take
the necklace
The type of Canibus that's side
effect- less
The type of shit to get the Question
Mark Man arrested
Take evasive action,
flip like reciprocal fractions
Turn the heat up on MC's to watch
they meat blacken
You try to get fly, you get electrified
And fried, and fuck around and get
your mouth slapped dry
You could battle me and possibly survive
But you could never see me and walk
away without a black eye
Word up, hops, Killuminati call the cops
And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me,
the cops call SWAT
Scar your whole squad with bullet scars,
no holds barred
I'll even hassle the National Guard
Ready or not like the Fugees, crews
be steppin' to me
But I wipe 'em all out like booty
I'm so unruly,
the police don't say nothin' to me
It don't matter whether
they on or off duty
I murder you brutally when
I spit at you
My actions are unforgivable,
look at what Killuminati did to you
The maximum lyrical, nigga,
you minimal
There's a big hole in the desert
I told the men to blew the dick
for you
Motherfucker, Killuminati '98
