When The Smoke Clears
You Know Who Gon' Be There
When The Smoke Clear Yo
Thats All We Got To Tell Y'All Right Now
Y'All Know Who Gon' Be Standing There Right

See İts Our Destiny To Count G'S An' A Semi-Squeeze
Shoot The Breeze, Volley How The Computers Might Freeze
So Im'A Store Water, Guns, Can Foods And Keep Order
We Spaz Out You Cats Prepare For The Slaughter
The Struggle Savoir, Got My Temple On The Border
Line, Ready To Corner You Off And Get ???, Said İt
Screwball, Read The Credit, Get Your Whole Team Wetted (Yo)
You Dealin With Some Loose Cannons (Yo) Ready To Dead Shit

I Heard The World Was Over Ahit Suppose To Blow Like Supernova'S (Uh Huh)
Im On The Hill High Off The Real, Pumpin My ?Bolos? (Yeah)
Prediction Told Us Turn İnto Rollers, Don'T Let The Street Control Us (What
Happened)
'Cuz When Those Crackers Pull The Plug They Gonna Creeep The Holders
I Send My Deacon Donors, Black Re-Bels, Who Kill De-Vels
And Move Through Cells We Rule This Hell (Screwball)
Make İt Picture Pefect Cock İt Back And Lay İt Out
Bomb The White House Run Up İn The Pentagon And Spray İt Out

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Hey Hey Hey, Do All They Talk About İs Y2k (Y2kayyy)
Hey Hey Hey, Load İt Up And Let The Tech Nine Spray (*Buck Buck Buck Buck*)
Hey Hey Hey, Do All They Talk About İs Y2k (Y2kayyy)
Hey Hey Hey, Load İt Up And Let The Tech Nine Spray (*Buck Buck Buck Buck*)

How Many Times Sour Limes And Coronas
Powerful Crimes İn America, Corna' To Cornawhat'Choo Wanna Do, Cops Huntin You
Aimin For The Kill, Layin Still
Permanent Forever Chill İn Heavens Field
Spreadin Doin' Deals, More Electric Than Eels
Respectin The Reals, Countin What'Choo Build
?Prepare Was Heal? Journey, With Hard Times
Examine İt, Playa'S Have Money At Random
Sittin Pretty, Sayin Come And Get Me

(First Line Overlaps Last Line)
Standin İnfront Of The Gates Of Hell
Smackin Niggas, Pullin Out The Gat On Niggas
Sold Crack, Plus Im A Rappin Nigga
I Got Rhymes For Days, I Got Gats That Blaze
Ready For Motherfucking War
See This İs Whatcha'Ll Wanted, You Know İt Got To Be Me (Screw B)
Everybody Talkin 'Bout They Whips With The Tv
I Need Some Of This Motherfucking Rap Money
I'M Sick Of This Motherfuckin Funny Crack Money
Fuck All Y'All Bitch Ass Niggas, Y'All Don'T Worry Me
Screw B, Qb, From Here To Eternity (To Eternity)

Chorus