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The Terrorists - Dead Weight lyrics
K-Rino is down with The Terrorists...(The founder...) Klondike Kat is down with The Terrorists...(Lyrical Lion...) Section A, they down with The Terrorists...(DBX, Eyque...) Aftamath is down with The Terrorists...(My brotha Twice...) A.C. Chill is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Kim?) Tech-9 is down with The Terrorists...(What's up?) Murder One is down with The Terrorists...(Murder One...) First Degree, they down with The Terrorists... (Yeah, wreckers...) Felony is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Felony?) The Messiahs, they down with The Terrorists... (Rasheed, Jim...) J.J. Bass is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Jason?) Rapper K is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Keith?) The Game Boys, they down with The Terrorists... (Nice to meet, Weester...) Maestro from Philly is down with The Terrorists... (Keenan...) A Step Beyond, they down with The Terrorists...(K.O...) Joe Will is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Joe?) Point Blank is down with The Terrorists... (What's up, Reggie?) Triple-X is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Anthony?) Street Military, they down with The Terrorists... (What's up, gees?) Grim and The Latin Sectors is down with The Terrorists... (Paul...) Everybody know I don't go out that much But when I go out I hear so much stuff About Dope, about this, about that About Egypt-E, about Rap-A-Lot and my contract All in my life, jocking what I do I got my knife, my clock ain't that few I got my 9, my .38 and my Beringer I'm ready to go to war with lyrics and I'm daring you You step to Dope with a rhyme Any line, any kind, you little punks, I don't mind Because I'm mentally gifted now watch me shift it and uplift it Can I kick it with a swift kick? Like a pander but I'm a panther, a hunter A grand slam home run hitter not a bunner Been hurt too many times to trust you so I go for the Gusto Don't even attempt to stop my flow Cause my lyrics bust your game in half You wanna battle? Go get your royalty check and put up half You jocking on me, leeching on me, looking for a piggy bag I'm locing up cause there ain't gonna be none of that... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight, two shots... Dead weight... A brotha gotta pack his peace I see, just to get self peace bullets gotta release And no, I wasn't raised like that but you gotta survive In South Park your life is on lease Watch your back, how many times have I said it? And books and magazines don't lie, I know you read it It will happen so fast, it will happen so quick Brothas looking for a strong come-up, a major lick I'm in it to win it I'm telling you I'm in this rap game to end But how can I save more money and all that money I need to spend I hooked up with Egypt and we make terror beats Then I'm flat broke searching for money in between our concerts Barely making it and still it's Allah's thang I have just enough to put 94 cents in my gas tank See, everything be cool when I'm producing your souvenir song free Now you wanna pull out your gun and fight when Landmine's charging a fee Hmmm, I see how you are, a conman, self centered solo star You jocking on me, leeching on me, looking for a piggy bag I'm locing up cause there ain't gonna be none of that... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight, two shots... Dead weight... Yo, straight, straight love shouts to K-Rino Klondike Kat, Aftamath, Geylan yeah, J.J. Bass, Rasheed the Messiah, what's up? Yeah, Maestro from Philly K.O. my friend indeed, Point Blank, Triple-X, Street Military, Grimm and the Latin Sectors my mom, my dad, my sister Atrece and my niece Ariel Allah, yeah... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take... Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight, two shots... Dead weight |
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