Tru Cypherin..two lines or more ..

[Haz]

Inhailing Dope till are Head's are Spinnin
We're thinkin about gettin head from women
on the corner, but we're having a fiend attack!
For cash so we cruised till we Seen a pack..
of kid's who were rocking abercombie & fitch..
i said yo Trigga Tre grab The Tommy n Clips...
if the kids kick we gunna send there Mommy's there Lips

[eMCee Havic]

the kid looks like a good mark, hum... where start
a wonded fish amoung sharks, bout to be ripped apart
haz grab the cash i got the gat, trained to attack
at the first sign of fightin back, kid you know where you at??

[Haz]

This The Danger Zone Where We'll Hang Yer Domes..
You'll End up With a Torched Face
So Tre Tru Haz N Moderance Don't End Up With a Court Case
We Took Um To There Parents House Like Wheres The Stored Bass?
Right Then N There I Seen My Friends Aware As The Door Spaced..

[eMCee Havic]

his pops jumps out waving a magnum, his finger spasms
the fool didnt cock back the action, all of us are packin
tre grabs him while i get his wife, ready to wreck some lives
i look to their clock to check the time, man these are hectic times

[Cuttin P]

I yell yo MD... toss me that bitch man/
T Brang pops here, as I serve her my dick and/
Make him watch it, as I beat her and rape her soul/
The visual is depressing to him, life is no longer whole/
The kids screaming, straight facing her, taking her/
Future from her with every thrust, pop musta mistaken the/
extent in which P's distrubed and down with the sickness/
Pounding it, looking at pops saying, yo time for business/
Tell haz where the money is, before I gets to skeeting/
Cause I clinch up when I bust, and it's my gun that im squeezing/
The bitch'll be leaking, im a sick minded soldier here/
She die, im still fucking her, had dead pus b4 I got over here!/
Nigga ya better speak up, she nervous, so you know her pussy tight/
And um... after she gets it ya innocent daughter might/

[Xpliss]

We will rape ya women and pillage ya fields/
Such an obscene scene every villager yields/
My posse don't play pussy and we pass on apologies/
So your sorry ass gets smashed by Nasa technologies/

[Cuttin P]

The taught of this happening, got Pop talking now/
He's so thrown with his anger, that fear has him tossing out/
The info that we're asking for, cash in the ceiling, its/
Just a sick method I use just find out who im dealing wit/
My niggaz unconcealin it... we aint no april fools/
Niggaz lie, then niggaz die, no judge, they just face the tool/
Execution, so break the rules! Pops, we'll make ya lose!!!/
Aint shot yall yet, but promise to give ya a place to ooze!/
Tru searched the ceiling... step ladder to the attic, quick/
Glance to the left, and yelled out yo I got it bitch!!/

[precise]

then dude gasped n dropped the fifth.. yellin "GOD were RICH"
n shot xpliss.. sayin "less people for the cash we gotta split"

[TreTru]

X yellin "God I'm Hit" sorry trick we aint grievin ya
the schrapnel's bleedin ya,leakin like hemophilia
got the cash and hide it stashed in a duffle bag
look at the family mad at me cuz the mothers gagged
and the pops is a fag cant even peer me in the eyes
one more shot and i see his thoughts through the hole in his mind

[precise]

crows begin to "pick at his brain".. like a tough decision
then as we rush the kitchen, we notice the phone.. fuck its missin'

[daTruth]

so i sit and start to listen to hear a kid quietly whisperin, he tryna fuck up da mission, so im thinkin i should put his young life on suspension

[precise]

runnin like a well oiled machine.. then someone threw the wrench in.. a kids got our attention
had no intention of sendin a child to detention.. but, thats why we hired the henchmen

[eMCee Havic]

the henchmen began cuttin him down, they muffled the sound
he falls limp on the ground, but his legs still moving
still stuck in the illusion as the homies proceed wit the looting
we just a bout to bounce from the intrusion,
sirens burst into movement and we all look in confusion

[Cuttin P]

Yo find the kid quickly, I got that killa shit in me/
Lil nigga callin 12 supposedly, think he's slick, see/
Ima teach him lessons that school systems never teach, we/
Gonna put em through a ordeal with an out he can't reach, C/
P foreva, I pull the cordless phone base out the wall, man!/
Cut tha line, he stuck in time, regrettin doing it all and/
Tryin to get away, we got two niggaz in the hall, hands/
With pistols in em full clips, to leave em wetter than an orca fan/
Kill pest like the orkan man, the boy dash for a safe den/
He's no ninja,, we hear him move, dude's not escaping/....

[precise]

heard em make a rustle.. n cought em breaking the lock escaping..
i cock a gauge n' the next noise we heard was a gloch engaging
at this point, the crews temper is hot as cajun