Payin` Dues lyrics

Artist  : Terror Squad 
Song : Payin` Dues



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 [ VERSE 1: Keith Nut ]
Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as
ice
I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin men
to mice
Breakin the law, city urban tower without a four
Bringin the raw homicidal lyrics that clear the
floor
Niggas thought they seen the last of this
Project poet assassinist
Whose status is never havin to clappin clips
Have to black-on-black some shit, attractive
accentes
Life luxury ??? crackin it
Runnin with drugs and dealers
Thugs and killers, slugs in villas
Black gorillas and million dollar billers
Microphone nemesis, murder affiliate
Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the
premises
Poetically mugged, pedigree's incredibly
Movin steadily, thoroughly
Clippin you somethin terribly
Keith Nut, one of the last to go
One of the last to flow
One of the last niggas to blow

[ CHORUS: Armageaddon ]
Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T
Squad)
Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (Keith
Nut)
Now who them niggas that be roamin the town
Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down
Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T
Squad)
Now who them niggas that be payin dues?
('Geaddon)
Now who them niggas that be roamin the town
Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down

[ VERSE 2: Armageaddon ]
I'm here to reclaim my respect
Reppin the set that be bangin my chest
T.S., the God's medaillon, tombstone and begets
Alone and wet I blow my own Tec
Ever had beef with 'Geadd and hold no regrets
Then you was no threath
I go to Death blessed with God's heed
And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you
knock-knee
And my plot's greed, my theme's murder
 
My climax is when the heat from the burner
Blast me the wings to go further
Nigga, the century's turnin and I went out of
patience
You think you hard, that .44 blast, it clouds
your concentration
Again, think about it, before my gun hollers
And kill everything around em even if you bought
the album
Enforce the power with guns, dollars and politics
Start a baby apocalypse when my .44 ??? spit
Pops in and out your skin, breakin through sound
and wind
Piercin the meat and [edited] back out again

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Keith Nut ]
Next nigga treason's gonna meet the demons
Left for his mama grievin
When I squeeze the Desert Eag' and cease his
breathin
Wreck your set, make the average rapper wish for
death
Clap him at the chest, bless him with the Wesson,
hope you got your vest
Keith's the last to test, the last to gasp for
breath
Send you on a crash course to death when I blast
the Tec
Terror faculty known for fillin cavities
gradually
Stackin g's, sippin D'Acquerys, livin happily
rapidly
[ VERSE 3: Armageaddon ]
I don't give a f**k, all I could do with my life
was pitch my luck
Act sheist when they look at us, that's the price
when you cruise a truck
And I'd advise you to analyze us, find out who
you can trust
Rival me plus memorize the eyes of the dudes you
bust
You never know when it's over, rise up out of the
tomb and dust
The movin slug was smoothly touched before you
recognized who he was
And I recognize ??? for doin the sh*t that stupid
does
My cats gon' shoot them slug, send them things
right through yo mug

[ CHORUS ]