Bms On The Attack Lyrics

Yo man
Brother Madness Style, c'mon, let's let's do this shit
Motherf*ckers done rolled on 'em
Nah nah it wasn't the gangsters man
It was, it was them motherf*ckers, yeah (who was it?)
(yeah, right right) Them motherf*ckers, [??]
(Shoot them motherf*ckers man!)
Yo yo, yo Create man, you got the strap?
Rex T man, pop in the clip

Give, give me the gun man
Give me the gun that motherf*cker is slippin

One-eighty-seven

[RBX]
f*ck it! I gotta do this quick I grab my glock seventeen, the clip went click
Dat-da-da-dot-da tec, perfect
So I keep on I - pop him and drop him
That oughta stop him from comin up blocks
Dead in his tracks from stacks of facts
Relax! I'm about to take my respect
I lower, and aim straight for his f*ckin neck
Boo-yaa boo-yaa then I fade into the wind
Hiden by the night, reflected by moon
Soon comes the wrath of blacks actual facts
Pistol cracks..

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