Y2K
When the smoke clear
You know who gon' be ther
When the smoke clear y
Thats all we got to tell y'all right no
Y'all know who gon' be standing there righ
See its our destiny to count G's an' a semi-squeez
Shoot the breeze, volley how the computers might freez
So Im'a store water, guns, can foods and keep orde
We spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughte
The struggle savoir, got my temple on the borde
Line, ready to corner you off and get ???, said i
Screwball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (Yo
You dealin with some loose cannons (Yo) ready to dead shi
I heard the world was over ahit suppose to blow like supernova's (Uh huh
Im on the hill high off the real, pumpin my ?bolos? (Yeah
Prediction told us turn into rollers, don't let the street control us (What
happened
'Cuz when those crackers pull the plug they gonna creeep the holder
I send my deacon donors, black re-bels, who kill de-vel
and move through cells we rule this hell (Screwball
Make it picture pefect cock it back and lay it ou
Bomb the White House run up in the pentagon and spray it ou
Chorus
Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy
Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*Buck buck buck buck*
Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy
Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*Buck buck buck buck*
How many times sour limes and corona
Powerful crimes in America, corna' to corna
What'choo wanna do, cops huntin yo
Aimin for the kill, layin stil
Permanent forever chill in heavens fiel
Spreadin doin' deals, more electric than eel
Respectin the reals, countin what'choo buil
?Prepare was heal? journey, with hard time
Examine it, playa's have money at rando
Sittin pretty, sayin come and get m
(First line overlaps last line
Standin infront of the gates of hel
Smackin niggas, pullin out the gat on nigga
Sold crack, plus Im a rappin nigg
I got rhymes for days, I got gats that blaz
Ready for motherfucking wa
See this is whatcha'll wanted, you know it got to be me (Screw B
Everybody talkin 'bout they whips with the T
I need some of this motherfucking rap mone
I'm sick of this motherfuckin funny crack mone
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, y'all don't worry m
Screw B, QB, from here to eternity (To eternity
Chorus
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