Bomb Threat - The Terrorists

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…

You’re surrounded by bombs planned by The Terrorists

And take notes: we never miss

Let my people go, god damn it, let them go Before I have to knock one of you hoes to the flo'

Retaliate, get the record straight and state the facts…

About crack and how it supresses blacks and all of that

Police try to scope me But the countdown started, bitch, give me what you owe me Now, who you try to teach a lesson about supressing?

My black floks knowing damn well we equal

Opportunities is what you preach on When everything the blackman invent you leach on And you’s a dirty playing mothafucka

But we’ve been working undercover

And now we fiend to smother your game plan, your blueprint bullshit

The whole goverment, rebuplic politics

See, Dope-E know the game and I play it well

Avoid the jailcells, goverment go to hell

Cause politics is just another word for crime

Oh, what was that?

That’s another word for my fucking 9-millimeter

It’s only a centimeter away from your eyeball

Now, turn around ya’ll

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 take a long way out

It’s 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 so shit, damn it, it’s too late

You bullshit, dog, now, open the fucking gate

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 detinator

I’m from the streets of South Park, you ain’t seen nothing

I ain’t bluffing, I push the fucking button

I miss my freedom and my freedom misses me 32 teeth in your mouth, you be missing 33

Go ahead, take it to the limit, turn psycho trip

Egypt E, call Ganksta mothafucking Nip

And let’s start this threat off right

Squeeze your knuckles tight and cag 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 niggas know that blacks are the victims

The Terrorists kicking political rough shit

And we won’t stop till the other man’s throat slit…

From one ear to another

Remember wayback when that was how you did us, mothafucka

Just hanging us niggas from tree branches

Burning our naked bodies and teasing our african dances

Now your ass want guns 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 mothafucking strong…

Housing the nationwide bomb threat and letting you niggas know that

Houston is on the map…

With the Geto Boys housing shit…

O.G.

Style, Convicts and DJ Silk…

Psycho Ganksta mothafucking Nip and DJ Triple-6 housing shit…

TMT, Too Much mothafucking Trouble…

Choice, Big Mello, The Bone Hard Niggaz, macking and housing shit…

Rahiem The Vigilante, Johnny C…

Grim, the hard ass mexican…

What’s your name, nigga?

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 brotha…

Oh, in Oakland we got C-Rock and my niggas 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…