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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