Dope-E - Bomb Threat lyrics

This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... [Dope-E] You're surrounded by bombs planned by The Terrorists And take notes: we never miss! Let my people go, damn it! Let them go Before I have to knock one of you hoes to the floor! Retaliate, get the record straight, and state the facts... About crack and how it supresses blacks and all of that! Police tried to scope me But the countdown's started, b**h! Give me what you owe me! Now, who you trying to teach a lesson about supressing? My black folks knowing damn well we equal... opportunities Is what you preach on But everything the black man invented you leeched on! And you's a dirty playing mothaf**a But we've been working undercover And now we fitting to smother Your game plan, your blueprint bullsh** The whole government, republic politics See, Dope-E knows the game, and I play it well I'm avoiding the jail cells! Government, go to hell 'Cause politics is just another word for crime! [Gunshot] Oh, what was that? That's another word for my f**ing 9-millimeter It's only a centimeter Away from your eyeball! Now, turn around y'all Unless you wanna see some brainmeat Looking like bloody chitlins, oh, what a sight to see... ...but that's the easy way out! (See you!) Me and Egypt will take the long way out! This is a bomb threat! This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... This is a warning... No need for negotiating and all that army I'm pulling out my 9-deuce-M and I'm targeting I don't wanna hear no sh**, damn it, it's too late You bullsh**, dog! Now open the f**ing gates! You tried molding me You tried holding me...back But the Coalition stack and we pack...bombs! The Terrorists is getting them later! Under every politician's bed lays a detonator I'm from the streets of South Park, you ain't seen nothing! I ain't bluffing! I'll push the f**ing bu*ton! I miss my freedom and my freedom misses me 32 teeth in your mouth? You'll be missing 33! Go ahead, take it to the limit, turn psycho trip! Egypt E, call Ganksta mothaf**ing N-I-P And let's start this threat off right! Squeeze your nostrils tight and gag your mouth with a Bud Light! Peace to all the blacks going thru hard times! Peace to the Rap-A-Lot family for writing them hard rhymes! Trying to teach the world's sneaky system And letting you n***as know that blacks are the victims! The Terrorists are kicking political rough sh** And we won't quit till the other man's throat slit --- From one ear to the other! Remember way back, when that was how you did us, motherf**er: Just hanging us n***as from tree branches Burning our naked bodies and teasing our African dances? And now you ask why the gun's in my pocket? You blink one more time, I knock your eyes out the socket! This is a bomb threat! The Terrorists will never be stopped, 'cause we too motherf**ing strong! Housing the nationwide bomb threat and letting you n***as know that Houston is on the map! With the Geto Boys housing sh**, O.G. Style, Convicts and DJ Silk, Psycho Ganksta motherf**ing N-I-P and DJ Triple-6 housing sh**, TMT -- Too Much mothaf**ing Trouble, Choice, Big Mello, The Bone Hard n***as, macking and housing sh**, Raheem "The Vigilante," Johnny C, Grim, the hard a** mexican, "What's your name, n***a?" Point Blank! Founder of the S.P.C. K-Rino with first offense, DJ Domination, Bido 1, Lil J, Big Chief, Cliff Blodget and B-Dub, Steve Fournier, Freddy Rodriguez -- Egypt's little brother, Oh, in Oakland we got C-Rock and my n***as Tru Black and Seag from the Sect 69th curves, Back to Houston with the Hard Black Untouchables, H.B.U. snipers definitely got my back, And the South Park Coalition... Peace! My 9, that is!