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{*whispered*}
Love me.. give me love..
Give me love food..
Give me love, so that I can.. kill..
Give me love, because I can.. kill..
Hes not real.. (the devil) and she must die..
Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of God)
{*beat drowns out whispered vocals*}
[king tee]
Three strike youre out theyre makin niggaz behave
No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days
Welcome to the next level, its the new world order
Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter
I put that on my moms, thats on everything I love
Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry like a dove
So sucka free is the only way for me
You dont get paid just for bein o.g.
Weve been had, weve been tricked, weve been played
Right when we, went left, for what? we shoulda stayed
Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business
Rushed em with the quickness, killed em with the sickness
Tried to save his life, give him cpr, huh
Somethin for the lungs, fat african drums
So clear up your sinus and keep your nose clean
Khakis so hot it makes the one-time stop
[chorus]
Three strikes, youre out, then a nigga pays
We in the cage, black man is bein slayed
Three strikes, youre out, then a nigga pays
We in the cage, black man is bein slayed
[king tee]
Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up
Gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh
I cant stands no more, grab the floor
Hit the deck when I let loose the tec (cmon)
nique, freak any beat nigga
Westside 106 (? ) street, uhh
The locos, chocolate like cocoa
Get your punk-ass balled up in the trash (ahh!)
You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say sorry
This wild styles like lion country safari
This is for my locs back at the ponderosa
Check my file, bring it to trial
Get with that new, ninety-fo shit
Yes its funky like a jackass, dont even trip
I got pages and pages of metaphoric phrases
Too complex for the human eye to catch
Its the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example
Or do you just wanna taste a sample?
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned, toned
Hand me the heater, I need the speakers
Sparks, flames, no name but peep game
Smoke like a choo-choo train
Its the criminal minded nigga king tee
With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like spiders
Weve been bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher
Judge fletcher betcha, raise your blood pressure
The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history
Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like
.. dinosaurs dissapeared, then its like
.. mine and yours dissapear, so its like
Servin soon, here comes your doom
Right when the world go ka-boom, so am i
Sane, or, sick in the brain?
Or do everybody style sound the same? (yep)
[chorus] - 2x
[outro]
Yeahh... beat terrorist.. (? )
Tr, the funk ignitor
My nigga king tee with the funky west shit right?
Check this out..
Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, (? )
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