Terror Squad

[Chorus]
Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop
Nothing's gonna stop me

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ay yo I walk the walk, talk the talk
New York what's liver son, I'm Iverson
Killer cross, vanilla Porsche with diamerands
The mami man, vibin and, sometimes I lie when I
Creep right behind ya, leavin seeds right beside ya
Nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Ten years in the same shit, nothing but a same hit
Revisit the catalog, been in it since analog
Damnit dawg I don't know which planet you landed on
Gotta understand the Don, I came from slangin grams of 'ron

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
You could neva eva, eva eva, eva eva get on my level
Smack the shit out the devil
It's the god crack fully armed strapped
Where the Bronx at, hope ya guns clap cuz
We ready for combat, nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Fat Joe]
And that's my word to Pun, Reo, Sycho, Schmeo
Most legendary, most prolific MC's, it's hereditary
Terror Squad click, and we all spit
Motherfuckerz don't believe me then, watch the youngin shit, cocksuckers

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Tony Sunshine]
T-O-N-Y Sunshine hought tought who gun shy
Huh! Goddamnit the flow sick and I'm so fly
Now who you know slang more dick in some cho-cha
Quite like I nigga tonight you might die nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Tony Sunshine]
Okay, we started this, beef we slaughter kid
Please, you in a starter kit
Try to kick some harder shit
In fact switch to reggae tone
Spit on some retarded shit, this is gangsta music
Joey Crack bring in the chorus kid

[Chorus]

[Joe & Tony ad lib]

[Chorus] - 2X

[Remy Martin]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it

[Verse One: Remy Martin]
You see the girl get it popping like no other
Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter
My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her
I'm on some chill shit
But if you fronting then I will flip
I'll give it to a little chick real quick
Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real
You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till
First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal
My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills
And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood
smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood
And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good
I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could
And now I got him good, he believes me and he should
Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would
I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out
I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)
Oh God its Remy Martin
In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets
Nigga!

[Hook: Remy Martin]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Remy]
Oh God!

[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)
Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)
Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)
All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)
Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)
I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)
I got cribs better year estates man (man)
I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)
Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)
But that's like ??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)
And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)
Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)
And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip
But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament
Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch
Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!
She got a problem, I can help her with that
Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack
Bet he won't do nothin (nope)
Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)
Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)
Talk to me, c'mon

[Hook: Remy Martin]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah!

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, feel that right there
Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there
It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar
Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers
True Story, BX Burough, Uh!

Down
The paint is peelin?
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down

Yea, I gets it poppin' everybody know what Remy 'bout
Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titty out
Yea, I spit it out quick to put a nigga out
The bullets larged in doctors can't get 'em out
You gets no love, to me y'all dead bugs
My records don't sell then I'ma sell drugs
From O's to whole P's, grams to whole keys
No joke, I got coke that'll make ya nose bleed

Dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd
For three hundred and fifty a pop I'll sell you a dro seed
You really don't know me and that's the fun part
See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb smart
An' you are literate, you can't even read the tele prompta
I got niggas flyin' me weed in by helicopter
You look sad when I pass in this toy Benz
You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend

Down
The paint is peelin?
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
The paint is peelin?
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire
And you can mix it with your blood if your tryin' a get higher
Another angel in a thug's body scarred and tired
Going to court got a illuminati judgin' me biased
Shit, I talkin' for everybody, walkin' united
The way I walk, it's a challenge just to balance on wires
My old connect put me on said he robbed the supplier
So I pieced him out with pity 'coz his ass was on fire

What goes around comes around holmes I ain't lyin'
That's why the scars on my face 'coz bad karma and violence
Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence
To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice
I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars
Some nights I meditate hopin' bring me closer to God
Tryin' to regulate my time between the Earth and the stars
Get my health back to determine when I curlin' them bars

Down
The paint is peelin?
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
The paint is peelin?
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

Yo this the upcoming success definition of prospect
Put ya money on me, you get recognition and profits
On any condition I drops it on a mission no listen to gossip
Whether splittin' imposta's sorta like a mobsta and my niggas, I got ya
We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta
Smokin' weed, eatin' curry chicken like the Robsters
After that go to city, Allen and get the lobsters

Now can I get a witness lemme show y'all my visions
Never had a job but still takin' all my business
No G.E.D only the promo what's my lyrics
I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance
And rap so I keep my dough stacks don't me go back
And clap, clap at yo do' Matt like nigga hold that
There's no feelings I'm feelin' 'cause when I'm feelin' I'm killin' the Motherfucker right on his trip they killin' the villan what

Down
The paint is peelin?
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
The paint is peelin?
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

Down
The paint is peelin?
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
The paint is peelin?
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

Yeah My niggas
Throw ya hands
in the air right now man
Feel this shit right here
Scott Storch nigga
Yeah Khalid I see you nigga
Show Big Pun love
Uh Yeah Uh Yo
I don't give a fuck 'bout
your fault or mishappenin's
Nigga we from the Bronx
New York shit happens
Kids clappin'
love to spark the place
Half the niggas on the squad
got a scar on they face
It's a cold world
and this is ice
Half a mil' for the charm
nigga this is life
Got the phantom
in front building Trinity Ave
10 years been legit
they still figure me bad
As a youngin'
I was too much to cope with
Why you think mo'fuckers
nick named me Cook Coke shit
Should've been called armed
robbery extorsion or
maybe grand larceny
I did it all I put the
pieces to the puzzle
This long I knew me and
my peoples was gon' bubble
Came out the gate
no I didn't flow Joe shit
Fat nigga with
shotty was the logo kid
Said my niggas don't dance
we just pull up our pants and
Do the Roc away
Now lean back lean back
lean back lean back
I said my niggas don't dance
See we just pull up
our pants and
Do the Roc away
Now lean back lean back
lean back lean back
R to the E'zzy'
M to the whizz i Y
My arms stay breezy
The Don's stay fizz i
Got a date at 8
I'm in the 740'fizz i
And I just bought a bike so
I can ride til' I die
With a matchin' jacket
Bout' to cop me a mansion
My niggas in the club
but you know they not dancin'
We gangsta and gangstas
don't dance we boogie
So nevermind how
we got in here with
the burners and hoodies
Listen we don't pay admission
And bouncers don't check us
And we walk around
the metal detectors
And there really ain't no
need for a VIP section in
the middle of the dance floor
Reckless check it said it
Like my necklace
started relaxin' now that's
what the fuck
I call a chain reaction
See money ain't a thing nigga
we still the same nigga
flows just changed
now we 'bout to change
the game nigga
Said my niggas don't dance
we just pull up our pants and
Do the Roc away
Now lean back lean back
lean back lean back
I said my niggas don't dance
we just pull up our pants and
Do the Roc away
Now lean back lean back
lean back lean back
Now we livin' better now
Gucci sweater now
And that G4 could fly through
any weather now
See niggas get tight
when you worth some millions
That's why
I sport the chincilla
to hurt they feelin's
Your can find Joe Crack
at all type of shit
Out at Vegas front roll on
all the fights and shit
If I visited Compton
they'd prolly squeel
'Cause half these rappers get
Blow like Dereck Foreal
If you cross the line
damn right I'm gon' hurt you
These faggot niggas even
made gang signs commercials
Even Lil' Bow
Wow throwin' it up
B2K crip walkin' like
that's what's up
Kay keep tellin' me to
speak about rucker
Matter of fact I don't wanna
speak about the rucker
Not even Pee Wee Kirkland
could imagine this
My niggas didn't have to
play to win the championship
my niggas don't dance
we just pull up our pants and
Do the Roc away
Now lean back lean back
lean back lean back
I said my niggas don't dance
we just pull up our pants and
Do the Roc away
Now lean back lean back
lean back lean back
Come on
Yeah
Can you hear me
Bronx BX borough
Terror Squad uh Ha
Big Pun forever
Tone Montana forever
Yeah Streets is ours come on
Nah man
it ain't never gon stop
Search Raul JB
Fat Ant come on

She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the mornin'
She said "Daddy let me take ya home
Papi let me take ya home"
And I said "Mami you can take me home
if you let the whole crew get on" (bitch)
I got this chick from Cali, profilin', she's whilin'
She's gangsta, she knows that she's got it like that
We was drivin on Crenshaw and cruisin for food when
she pulled up beside me sat off in a 'Lac
And I said "Damn girl you actin like you don't know never seen me before
episode of cribs on MTV, video what you think TS stand for?"
She said "Terrific Sex", yeah that's who and the diamonds is no facade
Used to be a broke nigga from the BX
Now I'm rich got the world screamin Terror Squad
Think about it now, everywhere we go
Every other city we tour, they never say no
Seems like every other night I got a different chick beggin me...

I was up in the club right had some Remy in my cup right
And that's when I peeped him, he was lookin so fresh and so cleaned up
From the fitted down to his sneakers
I really do mean this I ain't never seen this, there
was some people standin in between us
I had to go over there so I could meet him I had him
pimped up in the cut near the speakers
If he got a girl I know she's heated 'cuz right now I'm all he needin
If he, crush me then trust me it's a guarantee that he's not leavin
Told me he heard of me but don't know me and I liked him for some reason
Invited him to my place, sat on his face and I ain't got a man so it ain't cheatin
Think about it now, I don't gotta stress
I don't never really gotta press, they always say yes
It seems like every other night I got a different nigga beggin me...

You's a big girl, eat it up
Now tell ya friend to hold your hair while you eatin' up
A little hot, little drunk, little weeded up
We in the truck and freakin off while the speakers bump
I'm steady speedin up swervin the bumps
I'm tryna fuck, but I ain't tryna fuck the 23's up
So I ease up, drunk and focused
Trynna watch the road but yo the back seats heatin up
And so I'm keepin' them, wish you could see them
I know you hear them breathin like you been possessed by a demon
I know you heated, wish you was here but, gotta go now have a good evening
Hang up the phone now, have a good weekend
Shorty just called the boat the front seat
And I think she's about to go down for a season
I know the horn ain't beep for no reason
3 in the mornin and actin indecent
She so horny damn this shit seems like every other
night I got a group of chicks beggin me...

[Verse 1: Tony Sunshine]
On the streets of New York [Repeat: x 2]
I was standing by the hydrin watching time fly by
Me and Crazy Lou, Tony Tuibe with them brown eyes
Conversating 'bout nothing just watching time fly
Nothing to do man except be with the crews and
That's when I seen the moon and the stars align
I'm talking 'bout when she walked on by
I thought I saw heaven, well

[Chorus]
I'm just giving it up for my baby
Giving it up for my darlin'
Giving it up for my baby
I'm thanking God that I found my darlin'

[Hook]
Make ya say well, (well) well well well
Heyyyyyy, we fell in love
On the streets of New York,
On the streets of New York [2x]

[Verse 2: Tony Sunshine]
Now, If you want to be my baby, darlin'
All you gotta do is call and I'll come running, well
Because all I live to do is be the one He meant for you
And what you want me to be I can be that honey, well

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Remi Martin Rap]
You see I'm 21 sitting on them 23's so I
Guess I can why a dude like you would like me
I got a box of duchess and a whole lot of weed
So why don't you and your dawgs come chill
With me and my b's, It's really nice to meet you
See my name is Remi but if it wasn't then I bet
That they would call me Ice Tea because see
It's all frozen and then we both rolling so
Start rolling so we can start rolling tall
I'm the type to put ya trust in and I got a big
Truck that we can crush in and see I'm not
Scared to have a one night cause after one
Night guaranteed you're gonna want to be my man

[Hook: repeat until fade]
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York

Yeah
This is clasic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready uh
You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha
Terror era's the squad man
Yeah uh yo uh yo

Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter Luger (Ooh Yeeah)
That means bring it back NY king of that
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that
The 4th comin don't look now theres more comin
And we all stunnaz wit lil money but still hungry
True story once threw a nigga from a two story
asked for my paper said theres nothin he can do for me
Thats like takin a steak out of a lions mouth
Betta yet that like takin a plate outta Ryans mouth
Thatll neva happen ova my dead body
Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti
I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
A nigga try front on his body he gettin sent back
Dont resent Crack I'm just what you wanna be
Young rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me
And they runnin up on me usually in groups of them
But not just everyday but you could neva be too use to them
I be abusin them squeezin fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin get some strength and then it's on again

I just had to bring 'em back
(Word you definitly know what I'm about)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

All my friends call me stout

I just had to bring 'em back
(Flamboyant baby)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about 5-0
A hard core life I toast to ex flaw
therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law
My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
get swellin hops from sellin tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks
and cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
Cause we put the guns down and go one round
wit the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown
I can in my style, cause I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell whos next
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft
Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly jack
I attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat

I just had to bring 'em back

All my friends call me stout

You know I had to bring 'em back yo
(Flamboyant baby)
I just had to bring 'em back

Terror Squad cause we stunt

You know I had to bring 'em back yo

No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all
Shorties wit dreams of playin ball for Seaton Hall turnin fiends a full
From Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song
is bein sung, its like gimmie a gun and I'm back on
Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin to imitate us
Yall could neva see us, be us, TS, kill da bs
Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas
Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll
Blast the 4 crash ya door smash ya hoe
Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan road
Blow fa blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
bring the ruckas to the roughest muthafucka its nothin but luckstress
My crews are cussin to bustin ass crushin glass
in niggaz faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
at any piddunk tryin to laugh at the Briddonx
You ain't no kiddon for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya Pierre Cardan
I peirce ya noggin if you startin trouble, spark the dot above you
and watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle extended rycle
cycle thatll tear the whole Bible out
I'm sweatin no idols a title's all I request
Best rappers know that Pun and Y the chaperones of death..

I just had to bring 'em back
(Word you definitly know what I'm about)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

All my friends call me stout

I just had to bring 'em back
(Flamboyant baby)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

[Intro:]
Yo Crack how many times I gotta keep tellin this *censored*
That you the true king of ????
I been tellin this niggaz for years and years and years man
Sick of this motherfucker
You Joey Cracker Don Cartegena
Cook Coke Crack Man
You ain't nothin to fuck with him
Let this [censored]

[Verse 1:]
You sicker then conflict this convicts
Back at it again, nope
Crack 's head of the game, no
Got some new shit for you fiends to smoke
Cook Crack **** dope so
I'm here to suply ya
Heard that couple of you rappers wanna retire (suck)
Liar
First of all this is me, yes
Joe Crack I'm a fuckin TS
I'm the only one thats realy from the streets, yes
Bump through any hood with no police no west, yes
Ten mill, pump deal no stress
Want your casket comb come and see TS, yes

[Bridge: Joe talking]

[Verse 2:]
So mutch talkin the throne that who is holdin it
Heard about a new king of the streets and started calmin it
All I see was studios and con services
Nothin but I be hearin outcome this rap verses-ists
He ??? my Southern slang
I picked up on the accent there in my Southern slang
In fact I picked up a whole sudden game
And picked up a few producers that make the beat go BANG
Kill it
Hot damn and then we get in the game
The beat novakane the streets weak hopin and prayin
MC's built to this, little speak, mo pain
Sua pressure eye brow y'all fuckin say
To the boys who make their time listen my name
Third page obituarys all attention you gain

[Bridge]

[Verse 3:]
Joe Crack's the piece who ***** should you wake up
If its beef we shootin first to say break up then make up
Got the world on extra sound curtesy in Jacob
Sky blue pen that match the fan that'll fix your face up
Had to switch the flow I'm on the Nile here comes the change up
Matter fact cats be next round this and that ni???

Suckers.....kill it
Things of that nature thats the solo LP
We on a Terror Squad moment right now True Story
You know that
Remi Martin, grand champions
Prospect, Armageddon, Tony Sunshine, Cool & Dre
LV, yeah, big macho L-Boogie
Here come the champs
Here come the champs
Oh

[Armageddon talking]
To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my
To all my peoples that passed away
Uh huh
To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my
To to to, Free sanity and wings as they cast away

[Verse 1:Armageddon]
Sometimes I envious on peoples that past away
They so synonm, there wings being cast away
I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake
I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith They say I'm deep and too complex for rap
But yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats
So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that
But niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back
They take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack
Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap
But y'all running in circles working the same old act
And I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that
And I ain't bitching, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at
I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps
I feel your misery, you living off the next mans life
He just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light
I wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs
Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love
85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys
Catching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys
And bitches do it too, get deffensive and peranoid
See everybody wanna have some power to exploit
Now maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point
Me or you homes, I hope you following this joint

[Hook:Tony Sunshine]
Stress free, people holla day
Just another me, to see another day
So let the slugs breathe
Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the clouds keep ???

[2pac Talking]
All my mother fucking niggaz at?
my niggaz who down to body a nigga in this motherfucker
All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers,
holla at me man, let me know whatsup niggaz

[2nd Verse:Armageddon]
Niggaz tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes
I just be thinking out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind
Maybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time
I got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes
Looking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find
Nothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine
And I ain't irrogant, I'm just Intellectually pompous
Cuz I can super seed anything you accomplish
This nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy
Nobody give a fuck about you or your history
Do you nigga?Make some shit shop a deal
Cuz that hot shit you talkin could get you popped forreal
Take my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal
If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed
But, don't get me involved, I don't owe you shit
The same goes for that little bitch thats all on my dick
Your all just a bunch of misserable fucks
Broke, mad, drunk , high and gangsta'ed up
It's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her
I'm busy mastering this ??? tryna stay up
And their ain't no looking back, I got my crazy mind made up
My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust
Niggaz say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup
Go in the booth, produce the proof, show these niggaz how to really give up

[Hook]
Stress free, people holla day
Just another me, to see another day
So let the slugs breathe
Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the clouds keep ???

[2pac Talking]
All my real ass niggaz at?
All my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker
All the niggaz wit money, the niggaz who ain't afaird to kill a nigga,
holla at a nigga, let me know where you niggaz at nigga

(feat. Dre, Young Selah)

This is a world premier (yeah)
(Cook Coke Crack)

[Chorus:]
If a nigga talk shit to me
Nigga all I know (Kato, Chi-Town Rest in Peace my nigga)
I let them things go
I let them things go
If a nigga talk shit to me
Nigga all I know. Yeah
I let them things go
I let them things go

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Hot child warned 'em but he wouldn't listen
Then I had to run up on 'em with that thing that glisten
That nickle plated 40 mil thats for the real
All the city be talkin who they thought he was ?????
I guess the game done changed
See we come up in the 80' belive me it ain't the same
Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I got to give this fagots the deffinition of real
Gotta keep it clapin' cause this streets is ill
B'live them niggaz sleeky cause they sleepin on crilts
When we back up niggaz pack up and move out
Cause we animals, we abduct and pull out
Washed up rapper you not respected
4 years passed and can't even sighn to Koch Records
Check it:
You won't be the first to get his first on
Quit rap biagon and get to church on motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Remy Martin]
...see it's the squadres and we Terror so this niggaz better listen
If I touch it I destroy it, they callin me demolition
But my name is Remy Ma, get smarten or reminiscein
If you be's that nigga you can call me that bitch
But if you don't know me
Don't call me shit
All I know I let 'em go if a nigga talk shit
I'm slicker then all you and all y'all can kiss my royal ass
I get's it poppin like a piece of a ????
My album is dropin nothing now it is a classic
First chick try to front first chick I'm smackin
And I'm known so sick bitch I spits backwards
Backwards spits I bitch, nigga I'm laughin
We don't need no passes we got all access
And I'm straight fire so please don't gass it
Cause I might blow my mic flow too hot
I let them things go

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I don't think that they ready
I'm a problem
The worst and youngest one outta three
I'm a problem
The first to get the gun and squeeze
I'm a problem
Decepted personality
When I burst in rapidly your verse shoot backwardsly
You see the back of a hearse you can reharse that with ease
Take two I make you a superstar
6 o'clock news nigga, fuck who you are
Cause you nobody till somebody kills you
Pardon, so who is ready for stardom
Niggaz talk gun clang
See I quit hearts harder
Like a cold block of ice you try to stop my life
Fuck my gun you better watch my knife
I ain't come to rap with ya
I came to scrap with you motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Intro - Prospect Park]
Yeah
What up man, this yo boy Prospect right here man
T-Squad BX you know what it is man
It's been a long time man
Y'all niggaz think this shit is easy
Niggaz struggle for this shit right here man
Listen to this man

[Prospect Park]
Aye yo, they got me poisoned like ivy
Y'all been waiting for them boys to come try me
Quick on the draw, fast on the finger like Mike Lowrey
Niggaz funny, first they get your numbers
Then want to shout you
See you getting money
now they want the guns to come out you
Well you see we all be having dreams about them cars and floors
With some of ? ? marry you, the call is yours
I was determined
My niggaz out will burn and chew you
Spit you out, like a shot from a German luger
Now who want it, test my peoples I'll blast the boy
Pull out them twin desert eagles, like I'm Pastor Troy
Man I've been through some rough winters
And plush like four summers
But I've made it over them rough roads like old hummers
Look I'm a, made man crook
Now see me in ?
But I'mma go this way and write rhymes in your Shakespeare book
Niggaz be scared to death, I can see in the face they shook
And they ain't want give me a shot, I had to make them look
It's Prosp'

[Chorus]
(It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect)
Yo mom, your baby boy the king of men
(It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect)
I ride or die with them guns in my hands
(It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect)
I move with no fear, the BX up in here
(It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect)
And though I'm storming, there's thunder in the air

[Prospect Park]
Aye yo, they say the ? for this music I was cutting my classes
Stood up late night, a stanky nigga bustin my ass
Now my memory cake, and y'all niggaz cake is telling ain't me shitty
Y'all stressing misdemeanors, man I catch a felony quickly
Shit I deserved what I got
And yo them forms they be copyin
You tried to swerve in my spot
Go earn a war on your block
I just came to lay my name down, I work a hard shift
Show my talents to the world and expose my god gift
I was grown with hard end, many obstacles and fights
But I learned to heal my scars, like them doctors doing life
Keep it moving, cruising
Doing like a hundred and sixty
And I ain't stopping till them motherfucking cops come and get me
I survived my community
Took my opportunity
To get money and y'all mad cause I'm doing me (cut it out man)
I'm going south and I'm fishing
Stop that mouthing and bitching
Put your money on the table, I'll put you out of commission

[Chorus]

[Prospect Park]
Big Pun whattup
My lil Brother Dee yeah
Uh huh

[Intro - guy talking]
Aiyyo Joe man whats good man
Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shit
They runnin off to the Jakes man
They talkin like you ain't hood nigga
What's really gangsta nigga
What up what's poppin man
Aiyyo fuck these niggaz man
Let these niggaz do 88

[Fat Joe]
(yeah uh what uh yo yo)
Migga tryin to change the Ragine, I won't have that
Step in the club in Manhat at
And it feel like sat down, Jose the flow is cocaine
Niggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the name
It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows
Shit nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked coke
I rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite flat
You can battle me up and get your money right back
Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid
The newspaper shit
Known for crackin niggaz jaws
And I don't go to court, I talk wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist outline your corks
About time we fought man
I'm tired of this rumor shit, ya whole life's a lie
Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it
You only pretend
Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims
Nigga what

[guy talking]
Yeah yeah thats whats up my nigga
I see these niggaz ain't fuckin wit you though
But what's up wit these niggaz though man
these niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit
Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts
Yea man show these niggaz what your 1's like man
What's up

[Fat Joe]
I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week
Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me
Shit never claim to be the richest but the truth is
Livest nigga you've ever seen in show biz
And you know this, notice the dime is poppin
Hold the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin
I'm like Gunny from Dead Pres'
Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread
I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that don't believe us
I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers
I went from humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
Fuckin wit women that only want me for winnin
Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be shittin
I'm only bonin the bitch is if y'all could be gettin
nigga what!!

[guy talking]
Yeah that's what's up Crack
But what's up wit that bitch when she gonna drop yo
What's up wit Remy man
Where that bitch at man
Yeah man
Everytime I look around man I don't see no Remy man
Niggaz in the hood want you to call this bitch out man
What's up man

[Remy Martin]
Yo I don't give a fuck
I don't play that shit
and I feel to bust a cap on a nigga
I run up wit a gat on a nigga
cock back on a nigga
Like Rem's that bitch and Crack's that nigga
For every word I spit I get ass cat figures
So fuck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass nigga
And chick is so funny cause I gets gully
Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and skullies
Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a Jacob
And I gotta a "mac" and I don't mean make up
Sellin pies on da block like, I sell aranathum
Do you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's mothin
Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle
Shit it's sicker than vomit, I swear to God it's disgustin
Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these bitches can't touch it
You gotta love it I'm buggin word to my cousin Tequila
Slap the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my scrilla
See a nigga he can get it too, fuck what your dick a do
Even if I stuttered I will still "shi shi shit on you"
My nigga L.V.

Yeah, Yeah (Mmm)
This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm)
Italiano (what) Ya know da deli
Aha, Aha Dirtman
Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo

(Dirtman)
I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit
You never seen it before its all Ligitement
Italiano bust holes to your guitano
I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano
Rapid Marziano I hit your arms till they drop
Palms to your chops left hook put your palms in the block
Jingo pop then don't stop till the game is one
And I'll stop till your frame is numb
Comical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on shit
While I'll tell you straight up we on some money shit
A problem with that you see my hand in the place
But fuck Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in your face
We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field
Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it real
Test if you will feeling the meaning of real
The meaning of steel you little bitch
Ay you screaming for real

Chorus (Repeat 2x)
All my real live niggas say:
That's my shit
All my thugs mothafuckers say:
That's my shit
And if you all about the ruckus say:
That's my shit

(Triple Seis)
Triple Seis the killer like turn your fact
Bringing it back the way B-X put it on the map
Its like that running up in your shots while they got
While the exact take it back lay with the map
Joey Crack get busy with the shottie
Hit em niggas with the busy for being in a busy body
They talk too much Seis comes true in the clutch
Move with the rush and I hold who you can trust
That are bless anytime hit you for any son
Go fifth to fist in the mist they'll kick plenty rhyme
Give me mi