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Ready, set, hut 1, bust ya guns
I’m the one callin' plays, hush your tongues
Must it come to us to put you down?
Thunderous
3 niggas with mics, comin' like there’s round a hundred of us
Comin' like some out the jungle motherfuckers
Some niggas come up from the suckers
And suckers go to the gutter
What you livin' for?
You ready to ride to the end of the road and get wicked?
(fo' sho')
Let me know or you visit the do'
Here’s the info, peep the game plan now feel the tempo
Now can you smoke on this while takin' it in slow?
I’ll rot you with the proper procedure
Runnin' through this game without a breather, wide receiver
Tryin' to come up on 7, figures that is
The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is
This has been a demonstration for NATAS
Standing like a monument to the nation
Proper celebration
We gonna toast to we the champions
For now every fuckin' murder rider needs an anthem
(CHORUS)
Hit you with the football and blow out your brains rushin'
«Oh my God»
(Esham)
I’ma hike it, whether you like it or not
Don’t get excited, I’m here to ingnite your bloodclot
The blazin' hot, knockin' out your spot
Forget me not, cause I pop and never drop the fuckin' rock
I wanna rumble, motherfucker I ain’t mumble
And I never fumble in the jungle with the bundle
Touchdown in your zone, this you can’t believe
Connection, interception, I wide receive
My style blitz your whole play when I slide
Offsides, soft hides, make for more murder rides
Runnin' deprieving make for dead presidents
Never hesistant when I’m servin' you this medicine
Straight tackling the ones that won’t let us in
Detroit, Michigan’s best defensemen
(CHROUS)
(TNT)
4th down and 10 to go
I throw the bomb, yo
TNT’s in the game
All niggas know my name
N-A-T-A-S never drop a Glock, pop a clock
Stoppin' no rest needed, I stay weeded
Situations heeded
I throw spirals and bolos at those hoes who oppose
Niggas try to reneg get they book closed
End of story niggas get killed on the battlefield
Talkin' murder shit not doin' what they say they will
(Mastamind)
Now the warriors come out, raise your guns to that
Perhaps, you should get your shit in shape and run your laps
About to put the hurt out, put ya through a work out
NATAS, the first out the gate, put the red alert out
Do anything to put the word out, make you the sacrifice
The game is getting stormy now
The sky gonna get black tonight
(CHORUS)