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Payin’ Dues - Terror Squad
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Payin’ Dues Terror Squad

Payin’ Dues - Terror Squad
[Verse 1: Keith Nut]
Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice
I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turning 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 packin', stackin', backin', just mackin' 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

[Hook: Armageddon]
Now who them niggas that be breaking rules? (T. Squad)
Now who them niggas that be paying 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 breaking rules? (T. Squad)
Now who them niggas that be paying dues? ('Geaddon)
Now who them niggas that be roamin' the town
Blowin' a pound, since day one holdin' it down
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