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Correct Apostle's Warning Lyrics
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Correct Apostle's Warning
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Intro: Havoc Uhh god uhh y'know what we gotta do son! Y'knowhuti'msayin? Word up! Make that millions fam! No doubt! It's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo! (Havoc) 44th Side convention Queens connection The Bridge be rep'tin Any party that we step in get they heady up V S O P immediately extra bent Rob then out son is evident We stash cream, mansions fulfill my dream Ice 'reams gleam, spread love throughout the whole team Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations No conversation, bring all ya good confrontation You hesitatin, ass spittin, that's bad business For the game nigga, get out the business You waste space, substitute here's the briefcase We deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin face Tainted taste, send ya home back to vacate Get your shit together plus your mind straight (Prodigy) Yo My empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes We pull off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate Dreams are growing over and my son'll live great Little man I'm plannin to enhance your mindstate The rebirth, a nigga who lived an I'll life The one before me was of an even more trife My understandin, I'll raise you with precise plannin And put you on to the whole game of this planet But I gotta survive in order to follow thru plans to live lot-o Me and my lil' getgo, any man tryin to stop us he get wet-o He couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no hanky Don't you put your hands too close and try to approach I won't snap at you I'm goin for throats And when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes I peeped you from deep and then you got cut throats My formulae-I live life do or die Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy Prodigy turnin niggas to protoges My protege I advise ya ass to make way Make way... For fully-auto gun spray You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap yea This man is half mad scientist-half sane Creative rhyme labryinth like poisonous cannabis Here take a toke of this daily rare roackalist Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locust Like sunlight thru a magnifying glass I'll focus em Burn a hole straight thru ya brain and leave ya open (Oh shit!) And let the venom soak in You start sweatin and goin thru convulsions from dope shit I write Leavin niggas stuck, I let spit Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst As dangerous as risky business fuckin with this Contender number one I put you on top of the list You're the best challenger so far I'll give you this But peep this (what?) fatal shots that soloplex Man down, now who dares to go next? Like General Monkmonk orders to chop necks I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit Atomic, no time for calm shit We hyperactive and it's time for Vietnam bit Ya whole alliance gets single handedly bomb-ded Take heed to the apostle's warning Word up!
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