Trylogy

Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin' loose

Like Muggsy,

Typhoons,

Kurupt Calhoun

With a platoon of backwards ass buffoons

Ready to shoot anything that moves

Load to tunes from "The Blue Lagoon"

Mask on, khakis, ounce on house shoes

So I'ma start it off skitzin' on the first nigga

Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?

Heard that, word don't pass the front do

Before you gotta show 'em your heart and soul and

Desert Eagle fo'

Explode then watch 'em fold, the other niggaz froze

He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater

Two pumps ready for a riot

Full Baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen

Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip

After I flip these bitch niggaz for they shit

I been down with the twist since eighty-six

Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin' reaction

I'm sick of waitin', a thirty-eight,

I'm jackin' for

DaytonsKick the door in for sure, double four's rammin'

Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin'

Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter

Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter

Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles

Interrogated and

I paraded posted with pistols

Time for war this is when the heart's exposed

Change up the game, cockin' and sparks explode

I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw

And that's all, end to anything before

In a world war, off like a

Concorde jet

But fool,

D.P.G.'s the set

In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed

Change up the game, cock, sparks explode

Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin'

Not givin' a fuck while all y'all bitchin'

Dis is for all my

G's, my ho-mies flippin' birds and servin' ki's

I'm with King

T and Tha

Liks, Alkahol-ed it up

Like bitch, get the fuck off my dick

I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank

Crystallized coke and limes,

I don't give a fuck