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[Jet] It`s Judgement Day and like you mothafuckas can`t stop me Fuck being dropped, nigga, you gotta Glock me I`m judging these fucking cowards, bitch Only 18 and feeling that first power shit Mad Family got a nigga on strong status These outlanders can`t fuck with factors And fuck fools who think they bigga Give me a chainsaw and I pluck another face, nigga Put on my burners and straight do dirt, bro Ya gotta loose to gain and the remain there is murder I`ma start pumping mo` in ya So it`ll be a fucking bloody job for the coroner No reasoning, nigga, I got a Baretta, hoe I gotta show these bitches that Jet is federal Point black showed me love and I might trust ya Try to do me and I gotta bust ya, busta Jet is standing strong with tin Techs Put`em to your dome cause bullets know how to chin check And if ya go outta bounce, we gotta serve ya Pooh`s help (Straight mothafucking murder)
A fucking enforcer causing straight bloodshed And putting prices on punk mothafuckas heads Peeling your cap quick, fast See, I never had no love for your bitch ass You can`t move me and I don`t blood sport So have your vest on When it`s time to check the Judger...
"Judgement Day....." "Judgement Day....." "Judgement Day....."
[Pooh-Man] It`s time to peel some caps Death is at your door, mothafuckas, and it`s like that I`m a Seminary soldier, I told ya Slit ya fucking throat and rip ya head off ya shoulders Seems ya ran in to a brick wall, sucker Two sick niggas from the Eastside Gutters Pooh and Jet hooked up, niggas` skanless Now I gots to do some mothafucking damage I`m leaving three corpses behind me: Mhisani, Banks and that nigga named Randy Now I`m calling on my nigga Blu And we suppose to have chainsaw massacre too See, they didn`t understand me, they tripping Chopper pissed bitching: (Fry me a chicken) Saved me and Malachi from the Gutter And now we about to go for them mothafuckas joggling I`m hearing voices in my head from them, whispering: Pooh-Man (you ain`t got no fucking friends, hah haaaa) I should`ve listen and massacred the Dangerous Crew But ya gonna pay for fucking over Pooh I never thought you would fuck me that bad But now I`m thinking about dismembering your black ass Chop ya ass up and get a little wilder And beat your skanless ass to my rock walkers Damn, murder set you on a fly way Malachi, tell these mothafuckas...
"It`s Judgement Day, hah hah haaaa..." "Yeah, you mothafuckas thought it was over with, huh?" "It all begins here..." "See you mothafuckas at the crossroads..."
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