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Gang Starr( GangStarr )
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Capture (Militia, Pt. 3)
Lyricist:James Campbell, Keith Elam, Cary Guy, Christopher Martin
Give a nigga pain Listen to a brother who knows Give a nigga pain It's the real, it's the Militia
First name Vete, last name Ran I drop bombs hit you with the curse of Jevron Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses I advise you to tell us where the cash is
Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire We disallow all these cats in the camp We the champs, not really to boast and brag Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags
Black mags to blow your whole chest in half If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math I know you cram to understand the plan but you too
Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya Militia man, man part three
Put your money in the bank and hold rank Give a nigga pain Listen to a brother who knows I push these lyrics through any emcee And make it burn
Put your money in the bank and hold rank Give a nigga pain Listen to a brother who knows It's the militia
Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies With a lust for the gravy, you know the God must be crazy I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits
I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub
Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin' See, all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all
You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us And fuck your goons, 'cause we always get what we're after We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture
Put your money in the bank and hold rank Give a nigga pain Listen to a brother who knows It's the militia
There's one ripped out the frame, felony act Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back I'm the unseen hand that controls two hundred niggaz Parked while on the street out of unseen vans
I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya Served up my Venus and Serenes, cocked back
Clapped ya, to Internet emcees I'm virus I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' 'Bumpy shot Cyrus' I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat
Y'all know who wrote the Bible in rap, for keepin' it real Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin' it concealed It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels It's capture, 'cause you've got a gun, you never conceal
I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena And underground club that I play in I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin' 'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'
You wanna have Bumpy's heart, you got to have Bumpy's chest I'll bust right till I find just Bumpy left I'll bust mics till I have just enough breath To take your heart, it's thug grand death
Capture
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