Lyrics Time to Operate - Neebs Gaming , JT Music
I
had
you
from
the
jump
And
now
I
got
the
drop
on
all
of
you
But
if
you
help
me
keep
my
income
up
I
would
be
pleased
to
relieve
you
of
all
your
loot
I
see
a
lot
of
chutes
opened
up,
so
I′m
gonna
cut
some
Pluck
'em
from
the
sky
like
I′m
playin'
Duck
Hunt
Just
like
my
dinner
plate
- ain't
finished
till
you′re
all
done
This′ll
be
easy
- hot
cross
buns
I'm
comin′
for
your
wallets,
y'all
had
better
clutch
them
I
can
hear
your
heart
drummin′
like
percussion
Use
your
heads
and
keep
your
tails
tucked
- run
Cause
the
next
thing
I'm
gunnin′
for
is
your
trust
fund
I
don't
mean
to
cause
offence
to
any
bank
tellers
But
I'm
about
to
make
withdrawals
on
these
lame
fellas
Best
invest
your
cash,
or
I′m
gonna
take
hella
Fat
stacks
out
your
stash,
then
I′ll
make
it
rain
- jealous?
My
squad
gettin'
so
sweaty
that
you
may
smell
us
Throw
on
a
gas
mask
and
prepare
your
painkillers
We
got
our
senses
sharpened,
these
Helens
ain′t
Kellas
Skip
the
Gulag,
I'll
send
you
straight
to
your
grave
fellas
I
rate
myself
a
10,
I
make
′em
thirsty
But
I
don't
need
a
rez,
I
pick
myself
up
- I′m
perky
Rollin'
in
your
dough,
overflowin'
from
my
purse,
see?
I′ll
call
you
sugar
daddy
as
I
slay
you
with
a
curtsy
Nobody′s
stoppin'
us
And
trust
me,
I
don′t
compensate
I'm
not
a
doctor,
but
Right
now
it′s
time
to
operate
Get
comfortable
Embrace
the
pain
You
want
it
all?
Then
take
your
aim
When
duty's
callin′
us
We
know
it's
time
to
operate
I
have
the
high
ground,
this
ain't
your
sky
to
walk
I
hope
you
know
when
to
pull
out
if
you
fly
in
hot
Hands
of
my
crate,
fool,
if
you
try
to
cop
it
I′ll
break
your
plates
like
a
bull
in
a
china
shop
My
aim
is
steady
and
I′m
lovin'
the
feel
You
better
get
runnin′
from
me,
cause
I'm
gunnin′
Galil
And
when
I'm
threatened
by
enemies
nearby,
I
do
it
my
way
Kill
′em
with
kindness,
if
kindness
is
an
MP5K
I'm
ridin'
dirty,
my
arsenal
is
stacked
Don′t
need
a
pHD
to
fly
(No
disrespect)
Flight
attendants
prepare
to
land
on
some
heads
No
operator
left
behind
- unless
they′re
dead
I'll
sit
you
on
your
bottom
like
my
dog
when
he′s
a
bad
boy
Drag
your
ass
around
like
you're
tryna
pop
a
hemorrhoid
Blood
drunk
maniac
always
takin′
long
shots
Hit
the
ground
runnin'
roll
camera
for
the
montage
150
on
the
plane,
they
don′t
know
that
I've
been
here
before
Funeral
arrangements
being
made,
say
a
prayer
for
'em
Crack
you
out
the
sky
and
let
you
know
just
what
my
name
is
Hey
there,
welcome
to
the
jungle,
baby,
we
got
fun
and
games
I
don′t
need
loadouts,
don′t
need
Ghost,
tell
everybody
where
I'm
at
Ain′t
buyin'
nothin′,
win
a
round
with
fifty
thousand
in
my
hand
I'm
a
stone-cold
champion,
snipe
you
out
the
heli
AX-50
Cal
round,
turn
your
brains
to
confetti
I′m
not
a
pickup
artist
But
I
got
your
number
Your
duty's
callin'
From
a
coffin
six
feet
under
My
only
sin
is
greed
But
from
grace
I
won′t
fall
Where
you
see
a
killfeed
I
only
see
role
call
Nobody′s
stoppin'
us
And
trust
me,
I
don′t
compensate
I'm
not
a
doctor,
but
Right
now
it′s
time
to
operate
Get
comfortable
Embrace
the
pain
You
want
it
all?
Then
take
your
aim
When
duty's
callin′
us
We
know
it's
time
to
operate
(It's
everybody′s
dream)
(To
conquer
everything)
(Don′t
stop
at
all,
till
you've
got
it
all)
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