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k3 tha menace - city under siege lyrics

[verse 1: k3 tha menace]
runnin’ through the back, masked up, we gettin’ jiggy
caught that boy lackin’ in the lot, left his whole fit lookin’ drippy (grr)
spin again, yeah, let’s get busy
drako dee ridin’ with the chop, hop out the v, let off fifty (boom)
what the opps say? boy, they cappin’
pull up hangin’ out the window, broad day, we make it happen
you send a threat, just know we lurkin’
trigga ty be out the cut, hundred shots, them hollows workin’ (blaow!)
huh? what? you talkin’ tough, now where he at?
all my brothers throwin’ fours, we push up, we don’t do chat
bend the corner, pop the trunk, the drum gon’ make ‘em double back
talkin’ gang, come spin my block, won’t make it out, that’s rеal rap

[verse 2: drako dee]
they done got me in that modе
opps be talkin’ ‘bout my name, now they can’t walk up out that store
yeah, we posted with them sticks, let it hit, we up the score
j dot savage spot the target, he won’t make it to that door
yc claimin’ he a stepper, till we press him, now he froze
hollows break right through the whip, that boy got caught up in the cold
oh, they slid? bet we slide back, that’s how it go, we stick to code
heard they brag about them switches, when they shoot, they never blow
put the beam up on his head, like we playin’ laser tag
try to run, but he too slow, so now his picture on a flag
told the plug, we need them packs, he sent the load, we made it stack
big ass ar with the scope, gon’ flip his car just like a crash
[verse 3: trigga ty & k3 tha menace]
blaow! spot that p+ssy boy, he tried to hide
we ain’t doin’ all that talkin’, catch him lackin’, let it fly (boom!)
huh? what? we known for pressure, they can’t stand it
all these choppers in the cut, they think we came straight out of kansas
trigga geeked up off that za, he roll a pack, then light the canvas

[verse 4: j dot savage]
catch him walkin’ out the club, draco make ‘em do a flip
last one tried to play with gang, now he ain’t postin’ on no strip
k3 d+gg+n’ in the charger, switch the plates, we takin’ trips
tell them boys, come spin again, that last attempt ain’t hit for sh+t

[verse 5: k3 tha menace]
heard them opps talkin’ on live
told lil hundo, “f+ck that talk, pull up, let that chopper drive” (glaah, glaah)
come here! glock 30 with a beam
me and trigga ty posted up, masked up, we clear the scene (boom, boom)

- k3 tha menace lyrics

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