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The Terrorists - Bomb Threat lyrics
This is a warning...This is a warning... This is a warning...This is a warning... This is a warning...This is a warning... This is a warning...This is a warning... You're surrounded by bombs planned by The Terrorists And take notes: we never miss Let my people go, god damn it, let them go Before I have to knock one of you hoes to the flo' Retaliate, get the record straight and state the facts... About crack and how it supresses blacks and all of that Police try to scope me But the countdown started, bitch, give me what you owe me Now, who you try to teach a lesson about supressing? My black floks knowing damn well we equal Opportunities is what you preach on When everything the blackman invent you leach on And you's a dirty playing mothafucka But we've been working undercover And now we fiend to smother your game plan, your blueprint bullshit The whole goverment, rebuplic politics See, Dope-E know the game and I play it well Avoid the jailcells, goverment go to hell Cause politics is just another word for crime [Gunshot] Oh, what was that? That's another word for my fucking 9-millimeter It's only a centimeter away from your eyeball Now, turn around ya'll Unless you wanna see some brainmeat... Looking like bloody chitlins, oh, what a sight to see But that's the easy way out (See you!) Me and Egypt take a long way out It's a bomb threat... This is a warning...This is a warning...This is a warning...This is a warning... This is a warning...This is a warning...This is a warning...This is a warning... No need for negotiating and all that army I'm pulling out my 9-deuce-M and I'm targeting I don't wanna hear so shit, damn it, it's too late You bullshit, dog, now, open the fucking gate You tried molding me, you tried holding me...back But the Coalition stack and we pack...bombs The Terrorists is getting them later Under every politician's bed lays a detinator I'm from the streets of South Park, you ain't seen nothing I ain't bluffing, I push the fucking button I miss my freedom and my freedom misses me 32 teeth in your mouth, you be missing 33 Go ahead, take it to the limit, turn psycho trip Egypt E, call Ganksta mothafucking Nip And let's start this threat off right Squeeze your knuckles tight and cag your mouth with a Bud Light Peace to all the blacks going thru hard times Peace to the Rap-A-Lot family for writing them hard rhymes Trying to teach the world's sneaky system And letting you niggas know that blacks are the victims The Terrorists kicking political rough shit And we won't stop till the other man's throat slit... From one ear to another Remember wayback when that was how you did us, mothafucka Just hanging us niggas from tree branches Burning our naked bodies and teasing our african dances Now your ass want guns in my pocket You blink one more time, I knock your eyes out the socket This is a bomb threat... The Terrorists will never be stopped cause we too mothafucking strong... Housing the nationwide bomb threat and letting you niggas know that Houston is on the map... With the Geto Boys housing shit... O.G. Style, Convicts and DJ Silk... Psycho Ganksta mothafucking Nip and DJ Triple-6 housing shit... TMT, Too Much mothafucking Trouble... Choice, Big Mello, The Bone Hard Niggaz, macking and housing shit... Rahiem The Vigilante, Johnny C... Grim, the hard ass mexican... What's your name, nigga? Point Blank... Founder of the S.P.C. K-Rino with first offense... DJ Domination, Bido 1, Lil J, Big Chief, Cliff Blodget and B-Dub... Steve Fournier...Freddy Rodriguez, Egypt's little brotha... Oh, in Oakland we got C-Rock and my niggas Tru Black and Seag from the sect 69th curves... Back to Houston with the Hard Black Untouchables... H.B.U. snipers definitely got my back... And the South Park Coalition... Peace.....My 9 that is... |
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