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Welcome to the Looptroopland where I grew up man

Don't dare to trespass you get chewed up and

spit out on the floor. You gon' do what man?

Not a damn thing with your screwed up plans

Welcome to the Looptroopland burning Ku Klux Klan

Shine a light in the dark, time we move up man

Touching hearts and heads like only true love can

Ain't nothing sweet though, you don't want my crew god damn!



Welcome to a real live show where the stars shine bright

You should be happy right now, we're servin' bars to bite

See this is how we roll whether cars or bikes

You gotta pump it real loud or you might cause a fight

Because your people wanna hear this, their people wanna hear this

and the police they fear this so of course they wanna hear this

You're nowhere near this too slow to catch up

been around the world twice before you asked whutup

Wack as fuck you open your gap too much

Shut up and let us bless the crowd with some real master cuts:

'What are the leaders afraid of?'

Looptroop crew I tell you straight up

Got my weight up - fully loaded nutsack

Backpacker hiphop knock you out your rucksack

Say: Fuck that! If we a hard act to follow

Fuck that! Cus we are all that and y'all know

.who's pickin' up the beautiful blondes, droppin' musical bombs

while you bitchin' in your beauty salons

You one minute fools - with two minute songs

can't fuck with the troop - we got too many songs!



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Fuck y'all! We in here, ain't going nowhere

Fuck y'all! We out there takin' care of binniz

Take it to the streets if you feel like you can finish

off what you started. This beat is four minutes

of beef performed in it's purest form and it's

got kids all over the world supporting it

Your label got you gassed up in hype now you caught in it

We're at their office right now extorting it!

Your gimmick is now to sit down and shut it

when I spit something with your chick on my nuggets

Answer y'all with your mothers! I ain't wastin' no time

you can beef with the boys I got women to wine

but I ain't spendin' a dime - I ain't standin' in line

You the babblin' kind - while I'm handlin' mine

Yo I spit it this time ain't no roadblock strong enough

You and your crew is fallin' off when we're formin' up

Before you know it we out on the freeway

windows down, burnin' 250 and we say: Welcome



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Welcome to where business is pleasure, and it's business as usual

You bitches still hatin', well the feeling is mutual

Welcome to the land of possibilities - where anyone can meet cop hostility

No hospitality, no milk and honey

Ain't no love in the land of filthy money

This is the land of two way communication

cus you got the right to say no before they smash your face in

It's a nice place to go for a vacation

They book your room with no view down at the station

This is the place where everything we say is true

and no matter what the government is here for you and you

Welcome to a world of freedom fighters where we don't fight fair

cus this is where they turn your dreams into your worst nightmares

and put a bullet in your belly if you act up kid

It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live - in the..



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