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X-Ecutioners, Big Pun, Kool G Rap / Dramacyde
X‐Ecutioners
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No doubt
Some real drama shit
All of y'all rap niggas, pay homage (Yeah)
When G Rap spit atomics
My verse crash the Earth like a comet (C'mon)
Raise the climate, make hot lava spit up like vomit
We Vietnam it, scramble your brain like an omelet
This mink baby length and bonded
Keepin' you weak niggas in bondage
Nigga convicts, you alarmed how we bombed it
We charmin', it take a Terror Squad to disarm it
We layin' with grenades in our palm, two Alarcon niggas
Ah, nigga, you don't got me started
Mama wanted a good boy, said she got a four-hundred pound retarded
Bronc nigga from the projects
What? Nigga, you don't want it, cock if you think you got it
Nigga, you make me sick, fuckin' with Pun
You's a crazy bitch, hold him for ransom and cut off his tongue
In case he snitch, eighty stiches across the cheeks
Seventy more can talk and shit
For buck fifty even, nigga, that's regulation on the street
"Yo, yo"
"C'mon"
"C'mon, yeah"
"C'mon"
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, yeah"
"No man can go against me"
"Alright, alright, alright, alright now, pay attention"
"You don't stop"
"You don't stop, rock niggas"
Ridin' in foxholes inside the trenches
Closin' in from ounce to inches
Killin' the distance, enemy flinches
Death wrenches left a kid limbless
Landmines behind the barbed wire fences
Crossfire ten inches, saw my man blow
Bandana tied tight like Rambo
Burnin' slugs make the land glow
Niggas screamin' for medics and ammo
Every soldier in your camp go (C'mon)
Me and my man Tro got your back, AKA Joey Crack
AK with the MAC, makin' my way through the pack
Every day I gotta be strapped 'cause niggas don't know how to act
You don't wanna go to the gat 'cause T-Squad wanna react
What do we got? Guns and ammo
'Bout a hundred tons of guns and rambos
Just in case you come in commando
I'm rollin' Sopranos and Corleones
With they own armies and a couple of Morenos that'll die for me
Hammers are lodged under the camouflage, here to take charge
Put a cap inside your captain, leavin' four in your sarge
Killers at large with two trey-pound guards
The sound harsh, for every round, sabotage, bodies hit the ground hard
Pass the pound, God, I'm 'bout to get down and put in work
Tried to drew me, but it wouldn't work
Skirt, but it wouldn't murk
E-Class, no gas, think fast
Your ass too late, my bitches runnin', G Rap, I'm too fast
"Act like you want drama"
"Kool G Rap"
"Big Pun"
"Executioner style"
"Act like you want drama"
"Kool G Rap"
"Big Pun"
"Executioner style"
"Act like you want drama"
"Act like you want drama"
"Act like you want drama"
Word up, all y'all rap niggas, we takin' it to war, kid
Y'all niggas stay the fuck behind enemy lines
Lose a fuckin' body part to this shit here, word up
Know what I'm sayin'? G Rap, Big Pun, T-Squad
Murder Inc., baby, X-Men holdin' it the fuck down, you know?
Word up, them niggas are wolverines
Them niggas'll scratch the meat off a nigga face
Y'all niggas think it's a fuckin' joke
"Executioner style"