Trylogy

Brainstorm the back of the bank

Busting loose like mugs

Typhoons could walk out home with a platoon

Of backwards ass buffoons

Ready to shoot anything that moves

Only tunes from the blues

And doom mask on

Khakis ounce gone

House shoes on

I'ma start it off

Skitzing on the first nigga saw

Here for stacks

Heard me?

Hear me?

Heard that?

Word's gone past the front door

Before you gotta show 'em your heart and soul

When Desert Eagle 4 explodes

And watch 'em fold

The other niggas froze

You knew better

Mask and an all blue sweater

Two pumps ready for a riot

Full Greta

Six hostages with a loss of oxygen

Wet as a river

Sixteen bricks to flip

After I flip these bitch niggas throw they shit

I been down with the twist since '86

Hyperactive with automatics

Snapping reaction

I'm sick of waiting

A .38 I'm jacking for days

And kick the door in for sure

Double four scramming

Howl and banging

Ready to knock 'em off where they standing

Position the camera

Telegraph the whole parameter

Paralyze anything that walks through the parameter

Circle through veins lacerated

Launch the missiles

Interrogated

Inoperated

Close to a pistol

Time for war

This is when the hearts expose

Change up the game

Cock and then sparks explode

I'm a marksman

Touching death ten steps from jaw

And that's all into anything before

In a world war

Off like a Concorde jet

A fool

Deep in jail for set

In a world war

This is when the hearts expose

Change up the game

Cock

Sparks explode

Make the press and panic

And then start skitzing

Not giving a fuck

While all y'all bitching

This is for all my G's

My homies

Flipping birds and serving keys

I'm with King T and the Licks

Alcoholed up like bitch

Get the fuck off my dick

I got pistols

Pills

Acid

Bomb

Crack

Crystallized

Coke and lines

I don't give a fuck