"Chorus: 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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