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Payin' Dues Lyrics - Singles - Terror Squad

[Keith Nut] 

Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice 

I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin men to mice 

Breakin the law, city urban tower without a four 

Bringin the raw homicidal lyrics that clear the floor 

 

Niggas thought they seen the last of this 

Project poet assassinist 

Whose status is never havin to clappin clips 

Have to black-on-black some shit, attractive accentes 

 

Life luxury ??? crackin it 

Runnin with drugs and dealers 

Thugs and killers, slugs in villas 

Black gorillas and million dollar billers 

 

Microphone nemesis, murder affiliate 

Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the premises 

Poetically mugged, pedigree's incredibly 

Movin steadily, thoroughly 

 

Clippin you somethin terribly 

Keith Nut, one of the last to go 

One of the last to flow 

One of the last niggas to blow 

 

[Chorus] 

Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad) 

Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (Keith Nut) 

Now who them niggas that be roamin the town 

Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down 

Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad) 

Now who them niggas that be payin dues? ('Geaddon) 

Now who them niggas that be roamin the town 

Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down 

 

[Armageaddon] 

I'm here to reclaim my respect 

Reppin the set that be bangin my chest 

T.S., the God's medaillon, tombstone and begets 

Alone and wet I blow my own Tec 

 

Ever had beef with 'Geadd and hold no regrets 

Then you was no threath 

I go to Death blessed with God's heed 

And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee 

 

And my plot's greed, my theme's murder 

My climax is when the heat from the burner 

Blast me the wings to go further 

Nigga, the century's turnin and I went out of patience 

 

You think you hard, that .44 blast, it clouds your concentration 

Again, think about it, before my gun hollers 

And kill everything around em even if you bought the album 

Enforce the power with guns, dollars and politics 

 

Start a baby apocalypse when my .44 ??? spit 

Pops in and out your skin, breakin through sound and wind 

Piercin the meat and [edited] back out again 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Keith Nut] 

Next nigga treason's gonna meet the demons 

Left for his mama grievin 

When I squeeze the Desert Eag' and cease his breathin 

Wreck your set, make the average rapper wish for death 

 

Clap him at the chest, bless him with the Wesson, hope you got your vest 

Keith's the last to test, the last to gasp for breath 

Send you on a crash course to death when I blast the Tec 

Terror faculty known for fillin cavities gradually 

Stackin g's, sippin D'Acquerys, livin happily rapidly 

 

[Armageaddon] 

I don't give a fuck, all I could do with my life was pitch my luck 

Act sheist when they look at us, that's the price when you cruise a truck 

And I'd advise you to analyze us, find out who you can trust 

Rival me plus memorize the eyes of the dudes you bust 

 

You never know when it's over, rise up out of the tomb and dust 

The movin slug was smoothly touched before you recognized who he was 

And I recognize ??? for doin the shit that stupid does 

My cats gon' shoot them slug, send them things right through yo mug 

 

[Chorus] 

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