Rap-a-Lot Records - Armageddon Comes lyrics

[Repeated in background of Hook 1] [DJ Paul] Stock the dope in the days and I got em' Looked the buster dead in his face and I shot em' [Hook 1] [Lord Infamous] Nina, milli, military k**er Feel my strategy warfare n***a Nina, milli, military k**er Feel my strategy warfare n***a [Hook 2: Lord Infamous] 2x We come to take this b**h by storm n***a grab ya arms Prepare, Armageddon comes [Verse 1: 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 n***as 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 sh** a night till I feel alright Me and my n***a was searchin belles till I get some tight [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] I bringin' out sh** that's gon' bring hell n***a so f** yo bulletproof vest And I be the best when it come to arsonist I'm blazin' up in this sh** I got chu' faded cause the lady that I be is in me I'm chargin' all you s**er n***as, never f**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 a** so hold this stick while I pee Let's keep it on the down low bro Cause you ain't heard it from me [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Me be the murderer motherf**er Servin' 'em musical felony Bring em' in above the k**ers yellin' better deadly melody With the infamy, everyone of my victims slept in misery Since the emba**y with the chief That lost the best in lyrical sorcery Takin' a life in a second Me spliting ya neck off with the guillotine All you n***as fear of me, pay for the women see Let the k**er do the job and I promise you won't feel a thing I'm on a k**in' spree, of course it's me That n***a that gives no mercy, see [Verse 4: Juicy J] You know n***as make plans, I'm the beater man But I'm just a young a** n***a with Glock in hand Every time ya see me in the streets I ain't rollin' deep Cold f**in' plastic on the seats, don't cha' f** with me Comin' from a city where n***as be slangin' dope and storin' cane Memphis n***as step up in this now we runnin' thangs Hooked with these Houston n***as now the plan is to get thicker Prophet Posse, Houston posse now the plan's to get richer, b**h [Hook 1] [Hook 2]