Yo, take a walk through the Terror Dome
Instead of duckin' little n***as, gettin' live when they hear the chrome
Where them dollars at? What, n***a holla back
Is what they screamin', ice gleamin' on Jumanji plaque
Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular
Money exchangin', rearrangin' on a cellular
We do it up in a Benz or a hoop dog
Smokin' black, listenin' to Snoop Dogg
We them troops dog, that be runnin' up, summin' up ya money block
Smack you all up in your funny top, guns co*k
In the drop top, headed to the chop shop
Gettin' ten grand, 'cause the handle on your lock pop
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Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin' this
You can roll a bag of la if you feelin' it
You can bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the side
You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin' this
I'm high when I know I'm sweatin', plus I'm gettin'
Ready to set like Nino Brown at the wedding
You a New Jack, this ain't a City
What a pity, I f** around, I have to give you fifty
And if I take 49, and you're left with one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son
Take ya breath son, nah, here's the oxygen
f** it, bring the motherf**in glocks again
Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up
Now you can't stand up, f**ed your whole plan up
Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up
Upside ya head, give me my respects
Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
Don't no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die
A n***a and his man tried to front, they both in disguise
See before Jesus, the only man chosen was I
And you can a dream or a nightmare, and I'm right there
Standin' over there, wit a bead and a mic there
Puff there, Hype there, Russell there, Mike there
All them n***as watch me embarra** you, right there
From Brook-Nam to Queens, all the way to Yonkers and back
Anywhere you go, you see the knights only attack
n***as flipped it on they back, enormin' this tracks
We bombin' these cats, like U.S. was bombin' Iraq
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A real hard head makes a real soft a**
I thought I told these motherf**as they ain't in our cla**
Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patch
f** that, I make 'em run and get they wife and come back
You dumb black, bum raps is what y'all got
It'll take a forest fire, just to make ya hot
And I ain't got no time for them weak a** rhymes
And then, when you spittin' it's three and four at a time
Come on now, I hate to be rude and sh**
But it's only a chosen few that can do this sh**
I thought you knew this sh**, and ran through this sh**
But you still sample sh**, and gettin' sued and sh**
You know you makin' me sick, like the flu and sh**
And stage ya monkey a**, leave the zoo and sh**
You see I rule wit sh**, wit any bit I spit
That rap crack, you phat, ain't all that and sh**
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