Lyrics:
Rap-A-Lot Mob, we tied up like laces
Bank in Bahamas, you know I'm evasive
I got my money in ten different places
GME, BOB, joint operations
If it's
and the authorities are still to Determine what's their intention.
The military forces in a joint operation with all available police and fire departments are Now
of the hunt
I been ducking and hiding
Too long to make a jump
Prepare for trouble
We make it double when we want
This a joint operation
These other duos faking
wake up call
The insertion point was a lively little joint where operations would begin
So we filled our cups so as to loosen up and to blend right in
Lève ta main qu'on voit ton joint si tu te reconnais
Opération coup de poing, Brigadier Mamadi
Ff de Mars, c'est section nique tout
that you made.
Smoked the tapes?
Smoked the tapes of your group.
I think I'm with the damned.
You can really get off.
Let's try a joint of this.
merely their center of operation for they were incurably given to rove
If the area window was found ajar and the basement looked like a field of war
If
stays right in my
N Y mentality for me, to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
To sell to all who wanna
Joint like rocket (Pah)
Round with CEO
Out of space
(I'm out of space)
I'm out of space
Out of space, out of space
Out of space
I'm out of space, out
ways, but stays right in my
N.y. Mentality for me to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
To sell
d’astuces méchantes, nous on va te laisser fanny
Pas de secret pour tout casser écoute bien sans rien manquer
Les deux pieds joints tu te détends genoux
stress is awful in this pressurized module/
in time then turn to the internal airlock- o-ring sealed by the joints around the segments/
same range now
your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.
This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,
three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.
slicker than your sista'.
Turn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your joint
got that doctor chopper, give you an operation
Nigga this is my crusaders, kill for conformation
We all got on masks, we 'bout to toxic waste 'em
I
that doctor chopper
If you want operation
Niggas this is my crusaders
Kill for confirmation we all got on masks
We bout to toxic waste em'
I hope they
class, passing my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The tables turned now, got my own
class, passing my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The tables turned now, got my own
class, passing my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The tables turned now, got my own
dollar operation is based upon it yo
Where in the Hell's the RZA?
He's selling mics, wildest joints
Special made to go up in your hand and which went
dollar operation is based upon it yo
Where in the Hell's the RZA?
He's selling mics, wildest joints
Special made to go up in your hand and which went
Real troops so walk around with the joint so get the point
Get get the point get the point get the point
And now lounge to the sounds cause the best
rolled up in a joint
On the road, thinkin' bout my life at every red light
The feria, gettin' that money, you're dead right
The weights like nothing on my
the basics
Round the track lack the patience
Your boy a snitch he's a pagan
Twenty Four hour surveillance
Make another reservation
Fuck up the whole operation
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