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armageddon - it's over (remix) lyrics

[hook/intro]

[verse 1 fat joe]
j is for jealousy
o’s for on top
e’s for excellence, ya boy won’t stop
c’s for coca you know that’s me and r’s what i’m rated cuz i’m good with them heats
a’s for you -ssh0l- n-ggas i blast you n-ggas if you ever let me catch you n-ggas
c’s for cash money you know i’m bout
and k’s to the keys that we get in the drought
on my fly sh-t n-ggas know how i get though i look pretty
it’s pretty ugly when my guys spit
told lil mama get a b-tch we could slide wit
yeah thug life getting money till we die b-tch (till we die b-tch)
(yeah)
and even with a price on my head, i’m doin wheelies down the x
on the bike i don’t care m-th- f-cker
there ain’t a n-gga liver
come through wet the whole block like a fire truck

[hook]

[verse 2 n.o.r.e]
aye yo i’m known for the fire arm bulging out my right side
scientific lord
you could call it sci fi
you see the white five drive by wet it up
zero tolerance
them n-ggas ain’t holla since
you n-ggas scared get a dog
shouldn’t get involved
told you imma stake they whole block out get em all
my n-gga cook coca
geddy move weight al broker
i used to sell c0ke at the copa
i calmed down, i used to be liver
i’ll wet you whole block up kid just like saliva
and we ain’t gone talk about the kidnaps and hostages
had them n-ggas tied fed them n-ggas ostrages (nasty birds)
zoned out off the octopus repo
i been selling crack since the vision was caleko
and imma keep it one hundred
my n-gga pun was alive he’d slap u wit his stomach

[hook]

[verse 3 armageddon]
n-gga i keep straps bet you i ease back your entourage
squeeze that make ya heart beat flat like iron ons
i speak that five alarm heat black
my fire i’m off the meat rack
a street rap phenomenon
yeah i spit that evil rap monologue
sicker than a sneeze and a common cough
you don’t really know me and you don’t wanna go to h-ll
lyin m-th- f-ckers tellin stories like orsin wells
it’s no comedy i want a million dollas
see im p-ssed and the economy got me planning some robberies
k!ll em as the drummer strums
that’s geddy music pop
sludge hammer tenderize smash em into gooey globs
this is what you made me
split his rib cage
while i play beats by ac/dc from the 80’s
pull the chopper out let it rrrraahhh like cobra
put some bullets through his house
i’m out son its over

- armageddon lyrics

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