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b-tite - riot lyrics
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[riot noise]
(wicked sick productions)
[verse 1: lord infamous]
i’m jumping straight over the barricade with the steel toe in the boot, tryin’ to crack a d-mn face
they launchin’ tear gas but i got on the mask with diluters but not try to catch me a case
f-ck throwin’ rocks when they blast at me (?) with the water hose knockin’ the skin off they -ss
the riot police kinda ratchet … f-ggots when we retaliate on they -ss
snatch off the helmets and take the d-mn weapons then tase this b-tch just right in his f-ckin’ neck
(?) deck, beat him in chest with his d-mn billy club, bl–dy his vest
make these tricks call the d-mn national guard when i run in this b-tch actin’ like a retard
militian hard, savage they yard, pushin’ they blocks, street camouflage!
[verse 2: seer the reaper]
brutal shit, bl–dy -ss murder was the charge
cause i entered the garage with a runnin’ chainsaw
then the police came and saw i was layed out sprawled
smokin’ a junt, f-ck tha law, i didn’t even care at all
now i’m in a prison cell, doin’ a bid, i don’t give a shit
throwin’ chairs, startin’ fires, runnin’ with da infamous
hood klan in this b-tch, take you to a deep abyss
shank a motherf-cker ten times, pure convict
that was in my past life, but i remember so vividly
like yesterday it was happening
climb up the tower then f-ck up the officer
take tha d-mn rifle and put it right to his face
surely we will escape, open the prison gates
i don’t cooperate, f-ck tha police
what the f-ck they really gonna do when i’m free?
when tha homies come together in tha floor they gonna be
[interlude]
[verse 3: b-tite]
let’s start a motherf-ckin’ riot in this b-tch
i’mma beat the d-mn cop with his own f-ckin’ night stick
his partner runs up, he gon’ get f-ckin’ hit
with a blast from my nine, i be shootin’ from the hip
motherf-cking run with the lord infamous
we got plenty guns with a bunch of full clips
rollin’ with seer the reaper down with the f-ckin’ sickness
highspeed chasin’, bustin’ out shots at the motherf-ckin’ cops
and put my hands on i’m squeezin’ f-cking glocks
hang out the side to let the f-ckin’ movies
… bible … f-ckin’ newbie
i ain’t f-ckin’ down to let the cops screw me
beat my -ss (?) is how they do me
swervin’ ’round these bike trips
they so ain’t down for f-ckin’ shit
if it cops that’s on the roll
seer gonna hit ’em with this weapon
make ’em do some front flips
violence fills my f-ckin’ rage
i’m caught up in this d-mn depression
dustin’ off my twelve gauge
since we had a f-ckin’ recession
thousand people seriously injured
fourty hundred people k!lled
droppin’ off these stankin’ bodies
leave ’em rotting in some landfills
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