Magnum Force Lyrics
| Song | Magnum Force |
| Artist | Lalo Schifrin |
| Album | Magnum Force |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro/chorus：all together | |
| This goes out to my magnum force | |
| When we lay a ************* out they come and drag him off | |
| May the force be with me and if not our fault | |
| For life, ************* alla y'all | |
| [ruck] | |
| Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous | |
| From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random *************t | |
| But can you get, with the ************* tall sean manuscript | |
| Man you *************t, all up in your pants when the cannon click | |
| Man i flip, on *************z for no apparent reason | |
| Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin | |
| When the cops come he bleedin, i think he need some cpr | |
| See we are the illest *************z out that's on your tv pah | |
| So when you greet me pah, better have your ****** *************t straight | |
| Your fifth make, nobody move, i think your *************t fake | |
| You fishcake, whatever the ************* ruck dictate | |
| You'll lick eight, shots at them *************z who be ****** with | |
| International irrational beat got you ruckus ************* | |
| Enough of this, bull*************t talkin let's start wettin *************t | |
| Peep the etiquette of a ************* that's known for settin *************t | |
| Chorus | |
| [rustee jux] | |
| When the weather get free yo i hate the scene, drinkin seagulls | |
| V.o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin | |
| Easin the agony, postponin the misery | |
| Smoke some ******, blank out my memory momentarily | |
| Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin | |
| I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin | |
| Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones | |
| With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones | |
| So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off | |
| Light my blocks off, gangsta nab *************z bump cops off | |
| Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot | |
| Jamaicans in the dread spot'll blow a fed top | |
| Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock | |
| Hit the swats with a cinder block off the rooftop | |
| Regulatin, livest mother*******s on this side | |
| ******* ************* ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes | |
| Chorus | |
| [rock] | |
| Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up | |
| You see me? don't say *************t like pink panther | |
| You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers | |
| Get knocked the ************* out by dr. david banner | |
| Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff | |
| Makin *************z scream "oh! oh!" and throw they hands up | |
| You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up | |
| So who wanna battle? we'll learn you some manners, god damn ya | |
| You *************z make me sick as cancer, i slam ya | |
| Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer | |
| Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum | |
| Teared a new hamstrung, i stick *************z for ransom | |
| ? again now they got front, i slap cats at random | |
| Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta | |
| Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom | |
| Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem | |
| Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux | |
| Cause i'm that ************* rock from heltah skeltah plus i'm handsome | |
| But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas | |
| Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa your answer | |
| Chorus | |
| [representativz] | |
| Aiyyo i'm movin through this life *************t with the only fam i got | |
| My triple r rated *************z steady blowin up spots | |
| You think not it's little rock we bust shots at your car | |
| And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars | |
| This *************t right here i'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin | |
| All that panickin'll get your *************t ran up in | |
| I can't stand it when mc's get caught ramblin | |
| Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send | |
| In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips | |
| Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips | |
| So when we start to bust clips on y'all, *************z assume | |
| The straight, dead position when my lead go boom | |
| Embeddin this tune, all into your ****** doom | |
| We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome | |
| My rep *************z stay ma*************n, big up my thugs on ? | |
| Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin | |
| Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass sla*************n | |
| The repz baby, time for action, action | |
| * "what's" uttered by various bccers * | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| [rock] | |
| Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air | |
| Say, "************* y'all *************z, we don't care!" | |
| Word is bon jov', oh oh | |
| We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh | |
| *************z think they ****** with my magnum force | |
| Cause when we lay a ************* out they come and drag him off | |
| May the force be with me and if not our fault | |
| For life, ************* alla y'all | |
| Hehehehe, see | |
| Slogan is made of force be with me | |
| Not our fault | |
| You can't ************* with that? ************* you all | |
| Word is bon jov'.. |
| Intro chorus: all together | |
| This goes out to my magnum force | |
| When we lay a out they come and drag him off | |
| May the force be with me and if not our fault | |
| For life, alla y' all | |
| ruck | |
| Yo you can' t manage this manage this the bomb scandalous | |
| From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random t | |
| But can you get, with the tall sean manuscript | |
| Man you t, all up in your pants when the cannon click | |
| Man i flip, on z for no apparent reason | |
| Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin | |
| When the cops come he bleedin, i think he need some cpr | |
| See we are the illest z out that' s on your tv pah | |
| So when you greet me pah, better have your t straight | |
| Your fifth make, nobody move, i think your t fake | |
| You fishcake, whatever the ruck dictate | |
| You' ll lick eight, shots at them z who be with | |
| International irrational beat got you ruckus | |
| Enough of this, bull t talkin let' s start wettin t | |
| Peep the etiquette of a that' s known for settin t | |
| Chorus | |
| rustee jux | |
| When the weather get free yo i hate the scene, drinkin seagulls | |
| V. o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin | |
| Easin the agony, postponin the misery | |
| Smoke some , blank out my memory momentarily | |
| Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin | |
| I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin | |
| Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones | |
| With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones | |
| So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off | |
| Light my blocks off, gangsta nab z bump cops off | |
| Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot | |
| Jamaicans in the dread spot' ll blow a fed top | |
| Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock | |
| Hit the swats with a cinder block off the rooftop | |
| Regulatin, livest mother s on this side | |
| ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes | |
| Chorus | |
| rock | |
| Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up | |
| You see me? don' t say t like pink panther | |
| You talk too much like run' n' them and your breath smell like pampers | |
| Get knocked the out by dr. david banner | |
| Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff | |
| Makin z scream " oh! oh!" and throw they hands up | |
| You know this man' s ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up | |
| So who wanna battle? we' ll learn you some manners, god damn ya | |
| You z make me sick as cancer, i slam ya | |
| Whole crew of emcees, dj' s and your dancer | |
| Halfsteppers can' t run, panic catch a tantrum | |
| Teared a new hamstrung, i stick z for ransom | |
| ? again now they got front, i slap cats at random | |
| Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta | |
| Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom | |
| Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m. f. c. anthem | |
| Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux | |
| Cause i' m that rock from heltah skeltah plus i' m handsome | |
| But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas | |
| Like plantains, any questions booyaa your answer | |
| Chorus | |
| representativz | |
| Aiyyo i' m movin through this life t with the only fam i got | |
| My triple r rated z steady blowin up spots | |
| You think not it' s little rock we bust shots at your car | |
| And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars | |
| This t right here i' m handlin' ll leave your head scramblin | |
| All that panickin' ll get your t ran up in | |
| I can' t stand it when mc' s get caught ramblin | |
| Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send | |
| In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips | |
| Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips | |
| So when we start to bust clips on y' all, z assume | |
| The straight, dead position when my lead go boom | |
| Embeddin this tune, all into your doom | |
| We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome | |
| My rep z stay ma n, big up my thugs on ? | |
| Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin | |
| Your team is hasbeens, gaspin from the ass sla n | |
| The repz baby, time for action, action | |
| " what' s" uttered by various bccers | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| rock | |
| Throw y' all middle fingers up in the air | |
| Say, " y' all z, we don' t care!" | |
| Word is bon jov', oh oh | |
| We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh | |
| z think they with my magnum force | |
| Cause when we lay a out they come and drag him off | |
| May the force be with me and if not our fault | |
| For life, alla y' all | |
| Hehehehe, see | |
| Slogan is made of force be with me | |
| Not our fault | |
| You can' t with that? you all | |
| Word is bon jov'.. |
| Intro chorus: all together | |
| This goes out to my magnum force | |
| When we lay a out they come and drag him off | |
| May the force be with me and if not our fault | |
| For life, alla y' all | |
| ruck | |
| Yo you can' t manage this manage this the bomb scandalous | |
| From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random t | |
| But can you get, with the tall sean manuscript | |
| Man you t, all up in your pants when the cannon click | |
| Man i flip, on z for no apparent reason | |
| Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin | |
| When the cops come he bleedin, i think he need some cpr | |
| See we are the illest z out that' s on your tv pah | |
| So when you greet me pah, better have your t straight | |
| Your fifth make, nobody move, i think your t fake | |
| You fishcake, whatever the ruck dictate | |
| You' ll lick eight, shots at them z who be with | |
| International irrational beat got you ruckus | |
| Enough of this, bull t talkin let' s start wettin t | |
| Peep the etiquette of a that' s known for settin t | |
| Chorus | |
| rustee jux | |
| When the weather get free yo i hate the scene, drinkin seagulls | |
| V. o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin | |
| Easin the agony, postponin the misery | |
| Smoke some , blank out my memory momentarily | |
| Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin | |
| I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin | |
| Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones | |
| With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones | |
| So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off | |
| Light my blocks off, gangsta nab z bump cops off | |
| Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot | |
| Jamaicans in the dread spot' ll blow a fed top | |
| Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock | |
| Hit the swats with a cinder block off the rooftop | |
| Regulatin, livest mother s on this side | |
| ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes | |
| Chorus | |
| rock | |
| Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up | |
| You see me? don' t say t like pink panther | |
| You talk too much like run' n' them and your breath smell like pampers | |
| Get knocked the out by dr. david banner | |
| Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff | |
| Makin z scream " oh! oh!" and throw they hands up | |
| You know this man' s ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up | |
| So who wanna battle? we' ll learn you some manners, god damn ya | |
| You z make me sick as cancer, i slam ya | |
| Whole crew of emcees, dj' s and your dancer | |
| Halfsteppers can' t run, panic catch a tantrum | |
| Teared a new hamstrung, i stick z for ransom | |
| ? again now they got front, i slap cats at random | |
| Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta | |
| Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom | |
| Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m. f. c. anthem | |
| Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux | |
| Cause i' m that rock from heltah skeltah plus i' m handsome | |
| But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas | |
| Like plantains, any questions booyaa your answer | |
| Chorus | |
| representativz | |
| Aiyyo i' m movin through this life t with the only fam i got | |
| My triple r rated z steady blowin up spots | |
| You think not it' s little rock we bust shots at your car | |
| And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars | |
| This t right here i' m handlin' ll leave your head scramblin | |
| All that panickin' ll get your t ran up in | |
| I can' t stand it when mc' s get caught ramblin | |
| Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send | |
| In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips | |
| Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips | |
| So when we start to bust clips on y' all, z assume | |
| The straight, dead position when my lead go boom | |
| Embeddin this tune, all into your doom | |
| We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome | |
| My rep z stay ma n, big up my thugs on ? | |
| Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin | |
| Your team is hasbeens, gaspin from the ass sla n | |
| The repz baby, time for action, action | |
| " what' s" uttered by various bccers | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| rock | |
| Throw y' all middle fingers up in the air | |
| Say, " y' all z, we don' t care!" | |
| Word is bon jov', oh oh | |
| We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh | |
| z think they with my magnum force | |
| Cause when we lay a out they come and drag him off | |
| May the force be with me and if not our fault | |
| For life, alla y' all | |
| Hehehehe, see | |
| Slogan is made of force be with me | |
| Not our fault | |
| You can' t with that? you all | |
| Word is bon jov'.. |
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