[Repeated in background of Hook 1]
Stock the dope in the days and I got em'
Looked the buster dead in his face and I shot em'


[Hook 1]
Nina, milli, military killer

Feel my strategy of warfare ^!$$%
Nina, milli, military killer
Feel my strategy of warfare ^!$$%


[Hook 2]
We bout to take this (*##$ by storm

^!$$% grab ya arms, prepare Armageddon comes
We bout to take this (*##$ by storm
^!$$% grab ya arms, prepare Armageddon comes


[DJ Paul]
Ya stuck up in the wrong part of town, M-Town-M-Town is on trey

Representin' nine to five, it's time I hit a snowflake
They got me on a cheese chase
I had to test one, my fingerprint were on his face

I had to tell son, ya rollin' with some ^!$$%s on a Cognac tip
Too many of them slow, the rest of em' got that weed in that there
We ain't gon' call this %#@! a night till I feel alright

Me and my ^!$$% was searchin belles till I get some tight

[Gangsta Boo]

I bringin' out %#@! that's gon' bring hell
^!$$% so $#&@ yo bulletproof vest
And I be the best when it come to arsonist

I'm blazin' up in this %#@!
I got chu' faded cause the lady that I be is in me
I'm chargin' all you sucker ^!$$%s, never $#&@in' for free

I'm takin' hoods like storms, I'm droppin' lyrics like bombs
I'm comin' quick to leave ya quick cause ho I be like the one
We goin' platinum on ya $$# so hold this stick while I pee

Let's keep it on the down low bro cause you ain't heard it from

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[Hook 2]


[Lord Infamous]
We be the murderin' mother$#&@ers servin' them musical felony
Bring em' in above the killers yellin' better deadly medley

With the infamy, everyone of my victims slept in misery
Since the embassy with the chief that lost the best in lyrical sensory
Takin' a life in a second, we split ya neck off with the guillotine

All you ^!$$%s fear of me, pay for the women see
Let the killer do his job and I promise you won't feel a thing
I'm on a killin' spree, of course it's me

That ^!$$% that gives no mercy, see

[Koopsta Knicca]

You know ^!$$%s make plans, I'm the beater man
But I'm just a young $$# ^!$$% with glock in hand
Every time ya see me in the streets I ain't rollin' deep

Cold $#&@in' plastic on the seats, don't cha' $#&@ with me
Comin' from a city where ^!$$%s be slangin' dope and storin' cane
Memphis ^!$$%s step up in this now we runnin' thangs

Hooked with these Houston ^!$$%s now the plan is to get thicker
Prophet Posse, Houston posse now the plan's to get richer, (*##$


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