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The Element of Surprise

E-40

The Element of Surprise

1998

back, tax a muthafucka hella quickly
With a twenty guage, fully tellie
Have at his ass first, little remorse
St. Valentine's Day Massacre
Tryin'

The Element of Surprise

E-40

Southern Gangsta Mix, Vol. 1

2000

step back, tax a muthafucka hella quickly
With a twenty gauge, fully tellie

Have at his ass first, little remorse
St. Valentine?s Day Massacre

And the lemmings will follow you
To the blood bath
All aboard that awful train
Through shames patch
Where I'd trade my window seat
For one pane of replacement stain

Watch 'em cluster up and witness the behavior sink and surface as worthless at blinding speed no identity
Incisors find purchase with impunity, breach

events
The Eve of this Christmas our foes became friends
Awaiting replacements when will this war end 
Terrible waiting it’s been

We marched to the music

rage
I just got a 12 guage
Keep thinking that you luke cage
Nigga you won't have a rib cage
I hate this new day and age
These rappers don't respect who

Amber colored skies of clouds that day
Illuminated gauge cluster guides the way
Through it all the thick and thin and in between
Whispered secrets we

skyline
On track barely staying
The guidelines
My wing barely hitting the barricades
Breaking the wall like I’m Luke Cage
Red lining on that cluster gauge

just no bugs
An infection you can't gauge
Engaged it runs amok
A reflection of the pain I faced
I toughened up
Yeah life's a cluster fuck
What the fuck

I've turned that page
One day on a big, big, big stage
Doesn't matter the size or age
You're still locked in that cage
Let off the 410 gauge
You didn't

hate the game 
Cause I'm the normal one of all the insane 


But by Tuesday My heads gone 
By Saturday I want to make some  
You say you can't guage me

gauge it
You can see the shit so know you respect it
This is our hour with these men it’s way too easy for seconds
I’ll teach you how to get it
Say she

Burning cigarettes on cigarettes, a city with no soul
Now, I’m sitting with her silhouette, she’s pretty in no clothes
So, let me gauge out your eyes

Burning cigarettes on cigarettes, a city with no soul
Now, I’m sitting with her silhouette, she’s pretty in no clothes
So, let me gauge out your eyes

through
Staircases and basements
Old hookers with knee braces
That need knee replacements
From all the years of
Pounding on the pavement

Most these rappers

up should know better
And plus you found my replacement
Spent days that I couldn't gauge it
But darling I ain't amazed I promise I knew this day
Was

that I choose
So fuck a truce
Catch you lackin
And throw yo ass in a basement
You finna get a face replacement
When my guage hits your bracelets
Bitch,

a replacement

Thinking ima lil dog
What he think he a cage with
Thinking that I'm in a rush
Im waiting oh so patient

I miss my lil dog 
Im waiting oh so patient

Gang's All Here

Heltah Skeltah

Magnum Force

1998

wit a mothafuckin gauge son 
Who said that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that 
For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like Craig Mack 
I read