Trylogy lyrics

Artist  : Kurupt 
Song : Trylogy



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 [kurupt]
Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like
muggsy
Typhoons, kurupt calhoun
With a platoon of backwards as* buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that moves
Load to tunes from "the blue lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes
So i’ma start it off skitzin on the first
nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me? 
Heard that, word don’t pass the front do’
Before you gotta show em your heart and soul and
desert eagle fo’
Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz
froze
He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater
Two pumps ready for a riot
Full baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip
After I flip these bit*h niggaz for they shit
I been down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction
I’m sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, I’m
jackin for daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double four’s
rammin
Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he
standin
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole
parameter
Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles
Interrogated and I paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart’s exposed
Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode
I’m a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to
draw
And that’s all, end to anything before
In a world war, off like a concorde jet
But fool, d.p.g.’s the set
In a world war, this is when the heart’s
exposed
Change up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin
Not givin a f**k while all y’all bit*hin
Dis is for all my g’s, my ho-mies
Flippin birds and servin ki’s
I’m with king t and tha liks, alkahol-ed it up
Like bit*h, get the f**k off my dick!
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank
Crystallized coke and limes, I don’t give a
f**k!