| Chorus 2x | |||||||
Im cold blooded
| like a reptile snake
| no need to call home
| cause you know its too late
| your in my sights
| now there is no escape
| potential is like assassins
| we come to regulate
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| Verse 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||
{NICK}
| so whats stoppin me, from finishing you?
| nothing but air and yo weak ass crew
| when blane steps in a room he come to represent
| people start screamin like he shot the president
| the lights go out, you start lookin around
| but you dont see a thing, cause its already gone down
| I got that boy L, A, Z, on my team we mug mean
| i got that boy an-tho-ny on my team we stay clean
| i got that boy james-b on my team and now you see
| why your whole crew is gone and the seconds aint reached 3
| so now whats stopping me from finishing you?
| nothing i can see so what you gone do
| there is no where to run, fo sho no where to hide
| cause ill be on yo ass like a cow has a hide
| now you know why they call me insane
| as the bullet travels, colision course for your brain
| case closed, its over,your down for the count
| there is total darkness and you wont make it out
| I know it seems like a bad way to go
| but to assassins
| its the only way we know.
| *gun shot* *pause*
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| CHORUS |
| Verse 2 | |||||||||||||||||||||
| thats the way it sounds when you get that money
| its a hard life we lead
as we chase for greed
| you cant trust anyone but your immediate crew
| because the next shot that sounds just might be you
| see i speak from expirence i know how it goes
| there is no time between money, guns, death and ho's
| oh yes a lot of these ho's
| that flash ass for cash,
| so I run up in that then out the door
| no discriminatin on who we blast
| black, or white, mexican, or cuban,
| if your names up then its yo ass
| Blane and Potential run together like clockwork
| roll through town and lift skirts
| be bangin yo girl so hard, she cries because hurts
| but enough of that play, another jobs on the way
| so grab the nine,
| take a sip of the wine
| because the next person i meet
| will be sleeping in a box of pine
| *gun shot* *pause*
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| CHORUS |
| Verse 3 | ||||||||||||||||||
{Laz} Are you sure you wanna tangle with us ?
| {Ant} when we flash knives and make cuts
| {Frank} rock blue and make bucks
| {Nick} make bets on lady luck
| {Laz} So your ready for this "showdown?"
| {Nick} Hell yea we bring the roof down
| {Ant} roll in the coupe with the top down
| {Laz} thats what im talkin about so lets go Clown
| {Ant} We'll have em thinkin deep like socrates
| {Nick} about things like how mc squared = e
| {Frank} then we will blow them away with our lyrical content
| {Frank>} world will come to a stand still as they try to stop this
| {Laz} but you cant stop a team this free
| {Laz} together like unity
| {Ant} Potential's rhymin skill goes off the richtor scale
| {Nick} so we send yall away like a criminal with no bail
| {Laz, Nick, Ant, Frank} So next time read the sign posted on the tree
| {Laz, Nick, Ant, Frank}You've just been elightened by them boys from O3'
| *gun shot* *pause*
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| CHORUS |
