No camouflage, better get the mirage

Soul Assassins squad straight from the garage

Benjamin stacks, craps is what I play

First dream: where's the cream so I can parlay

Ain't no joke - ugh - and no mistakes allowed

Crack packs flips, uh, while I moves the crowd

Po-po be stoppin' the low-lows, fo' sho' those

Hate to see me, too blind like Stevie

Greedy cause I'm needy for ash, gas and cash

Same song like re-runs of fuckin' M.A.S.H.

Boom Bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real

?Four punks layin in your bumper?, so you're best to jump

Bird thumps the fo' do' S-S, no stress

D.A., no deal, uh, no contest

False arrest like Al Capone and Elliott Ness

You better be protected

My barrel starts ejectin

Reflectin on your past life as you pass through

On your way to your second life, bitch, fuck you



When all hell breaks loose

When all hell breaks loose

Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose

All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose



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Shoot 'em up, oh, shoot 'em up, oh yeah

Straps on our laps cause we just don't care

Be the stick-up kid

Look what I done did

One times is hot, so I best stay hid

Y'all don't know the story

Be a hero and die for the glory

Do-re-mi

The C.P.T.'s the plantation

That's hot and

Nigga straight servin' the cotton

Equal opportunity, no discriminatin'

Serves the china white to whoever is waitin'

Ain't no debatin'

No player-hatin', son

So best to run fast or get shot of the M-1

Watch out for the back stabbers, indeed

But the evil takes over, in your eyes is greed

I feel it, gotta kill it, the enemy is close-aca