BMS On the Attack

Rbx

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    Yo man
    Brother Madness Style, c'mon, let's let's do this shit
    Motherfuckers done rolled on 'em
    Nah nah it wasn't the gangsters man
    It was, it was them motherfuckers, yeah (who was it?)
    (yeah, right right) Them motherfuckers, (??)
    (Shoot them motherfuckers man!)
    Yo yo, yo Create man, you got the strap?
    Rex T man, pop in the clip

    Give, give me the gun man
    Give me the gun that motherfucker is slippin

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    One-eighty-seven

    [RBX]
    Fuck it!I gotta do this quick
    I grab my glock seventeen, the clip went click
    Dat-da-da-dot-da tec, perfect
    So I keep on I - pop him and drop him
    That oughta stop him from comin up blocks
    Dead in his tracks from stacks of facts
    Relax!I'm about to take my respect
    I lower, and aim straight for his fuckin neck
    Boo-yaa boo-yaa then I fade into the wind
    Hiden by the night, reflected by moon
    Soon comes the wrath of blacks actual facts
    Pistol cracks..

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    Composition: Rbx and Gregory H Royal

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