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[bad word] ] ~Snoop Dogg~ If they’re taking what you earn and you always getting burned Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang They either take what you got or they’re blowing up the spot I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang Jealousy is a [bad word] if he twitch he’s a snitch Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang You wanna [bad word] with my gang? We’ll be bringing you the pain It ain’t ever gonna change [Verse 1:] ~Ill Bill~ They say the pen’s like a sword right before my sawed-off shotty was born Knock on your door, pop your entire mind on the floor Murder the usual clients just to gain the acceptance Of a circle of super tyrants in a race for weapons Most popular of course the AK-47 Bought a dirty bomb for nine hundred K in North Yemen We the shifty-faced personification of militants Facilitate pistols spray incredible distance Behind the scenes of intrigue and the cult technology Orchestrating chaos catapult fear in society Seeds are planted, deceit and evil seize the planet Make your choice: feast or famine, we creep with cannons And spray everything like a fire [bad word] and such Still smoking like somebody just sparked up a Dutch Or the Branch [bad word] around town Doomsday can start now, [bad word] count down [Repeat [bad word] ] [Verse 2:] ~Everlast~ Recognise, analyze, mobilize, analyze the great white cold Irish pope being canonized The portrait’s painted, about to get sainted Any single kingdom you from I’ll reign it The hustle been tainted, the plot’s been foiled The whole world sold out, you all got spoiled I spit that flame, I spark that fire All the woods bow down and they call me sire I’m the [bad word] peckerwood Caucasoid messiah I’m a crazy baldhead, death’s when I retire You can’t burn my kingdom if it’s made of fire You was born from a [bad word] so you was born a liar [Repeat [bad word] ] [Verse 3:] ~Slaine~ Yeah, I ain’t here to talk it out man, [bad word] a dialogue I’m an enemy, you want a friend? Go and buy a dog If the methods to my madness is idiotic And violence is a disease and everybody in my city got it I pack a banger and I hang around with crooks [bad word] across the country making money off the books I’m gluttonous and greedy just as hungry as it looks I seen they wouldn’t feed me so I took it like a jux (gimme that!) My eyes are open, head is racing forever Got an army behind me, a federation of terror They can blindly define me as the insomniac zombie Who shot ya, look at ya, you remind me of Gandhi It goes three times in the chest, point blank range Forty-four right on the back like Danny Ange The cocaine makes my brain so strange One up in the chamber, let the bullets go bang [Repeat [bad word] ]