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(feat. Trigonometry) [Mr. Shadow] Shadow and Trigonom Killin' that ass like anthrax, bitch Ain't no tellin' when we gonna hit Hahaha, yeah, check it out I'll make your head snap back Helmets get crack in the back house We smoke out 'till you black out That's how we do it out here Cats try but they don't come near Stand clear out the way I ain't stoppin' or slowing down Where's this so called king of rap, I'll snatch his crown Clowns talk loud but ain't down for their own shit Their life wasn't opened booked and I closed it The world knows ain't know one sicka Then Shadow and Trigonom, we drop bombs Calm and collective, you get affected Around me and my dawgs, you get neglected Necklaces, bracletes, and watches, relentless Give a fuck if somebody's watchin' I'm +Born Without A Konscience+, smooth and cautious Prowl through your block and put an end to this nonsence Letras de canciones [Chorus: Mr. Shadow - repeat 2X] I don't know what they told you, bitch I'm a soldier You'll never find me sober, it ain't over 'till it's over - yeah Yeah, all my soldiers get your march on Shit, ain't no stoppin' in this bitch Shadow with my dawg Triga Fuckin' bomb like a nomm [Trigonometry] Even in the day you'll find them dark spots Shadows'...the reason they avoid them dark blocks The Untouchable...motherfuckers with the small pox Step in to the place and watch they fuckin' jaws drop That's the families of the last fools that wanted them dead The last thing they said was "Here come them baldheads" It ain't fair but it's reality Nothin but drugs, slugs, and causalities, that's police mentality Tell me, how would you handle this They pulled out they sticks, I pulled out my dick Trigonom packin' much power Tell your gang they'll have to jump me in for half an hour And I'm still standing, respect we demanding Oh, you got a gat, bitch I got this fucking cannon But I'll have more fun just leaving you neck strangeled Kinda insane though, rollin' with this cat from Diego [Chorus] [Trigonometry] Got that additude, like we don't give a fuck (WHAT) You'll need a brain, I drive in to your house with my truck (WHAT) Puffin' on this stuff makes me even meaner A couple felonies can't even count the misdemeanors All through the streets you hear is names on they lips But Shadow after this they better call you eclipse (why) Cause you hittin' big plus outta Trigg Aw naw, the reason that they nerves a call [Mr. Shadow] Do the math young cat to us your all kittens Diego to Oxnard we hard hittin' Switching in and out of the car pool lane Puffin' on something purple, takin' it to the brain See I stay at a level your ass can't reach If you don't want trouble don't open your beak You get treatment, looks can be decievein' Trigonom and the Don bitch believin' [Chorus x4] From Letras Mania