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Five Until The Time Is Through

want it back But he won't coorperate so now it's time to jack Called RIP and Stratejacket Number One Assassin is fully strapped We belled through hell

with my baby momma because shes convinces you'z a mark My word is my bond, my life is my son My duece is my gun, and my fear is to have none 'cuz I refuse

A C K, nigga, you dig I guess it all started when Keesh left this earth, dog And the doc gave me my worst call And told me that my boo goin' through

start clowning you Yes I, might give you a chance if your game is times four (Four) Might give you the sell if your backseat sits four (Four) Until

, want it all at the door Fuck heat, Sheek, walk around with an oven Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill? How's it gonna look when I come through

y'all, my music is dangerous Atomic Dog, coming through the smog with Short Dawg Ahh, quick with the trig Jack be nimble I shoot like G Mob goes lifting through

it no mo' See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanks Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank Mmm hmm, and I'ma put twenty-five

criminal Through the shadows I lurk through the alleys And rooftops, scoped and aimed at your brain Until we meet in the next world again, Until the year

, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's