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from Rush Hour (러시 아워) by Ira Hearshen [ost] (1998)
Terror Squad, ungh
Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers, eat a dick! Now who's the underrated pro, they scared to play on the radio? Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know Flow for flow, no crew can step to us And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches No one's against us, roll with the riches and float with the fishes The revolution has started that's why I'm under carded My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue Swarmin' informers like cops at drug corners Feds got the bugs on us, tryin' to lay the law on us They want us in jails with bails too high to bond but am I the Don? Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond My game is on lock till you bawl cop And it's never ever gonna stop Yo, yo, I play the game with caution Sun changes, gave power creative activities bring fame and fortune Why can't you live this? All day hands on bitches With financial ventures, enhance the riches Gotta hold the cake, my grand moms had dreams But it seems, I couldn't graduate or go to Drake It hurts at nights, I gots to reimburse the vice Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise My words precise 'cause if not, I wouldn't speak it I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends Outside, these pretty clothes I live but with the titty-ho Knock a nigga out for the shit he stole We already degraded, me and my family the most hated Bitch were barely both made it See the thinly related, to everything in the street I'm sellin' coke, crack and dope, plus swingin' the heat We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' I thought you knew you had Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets Shit, I'm gonna milk this bitch till I'm filthy rich Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling Just flossin' and chillin' in a Porsche full-a-women I'm one in a million, get on the deal already My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti Realer than the military Killin' every track I'm on Link and Joey Crack the Don Flippin' in my Cuban Caddy, wit the hazards on So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on my wanted list Pun and Prince, we're walkin' on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch Fuckin' with this is hazardous to amateur battlers Average niggas get lost in the course of embarrassment Of course, you don't have a chance, I'm the boss in your eminence Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche I'll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs For all of you that'll laugh at a historical aftermath! I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips Look behind you, I'll blind you like when the sun eclipse Ain't no second chances, I glance at niggas Make 'em wet they pants The chances are slim if Twinz done swing the rest of the ransome The best and the champion that means I'm far beyond Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song Live for tomorrow 'cause today's almost already gone Lets get on, split your belly with the Maschetti long Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on I know it's wrong, but it feels so right I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' I thought you knew you had Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' I thought you knew you had Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding the scroll Open your skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast (Just to let you know) That I'm zone coasted And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion Assassinate the Pope with no emotions So why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasn't votin'? My brain floatin' away, above you niggas like I make time pause Checkin' my Rollie watch my diamond Roman digits Golden riches, better hold em bitches 'Cause we robbin' niggas way before The translation of Holy Scriptures I was Armageddon before the Motion Picture The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin' My Squad's hard and far from Puritans Robbin' and killin' men like we proud to be Americans We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' I thought you knew you had Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death Piece the bits together till you come up wit at least a brick Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that I suggest that we bubble it all Cop a bundle of raw, start small, see if we can double the score I stumble across my share of obtsacles Staring death dead in the opticals Cuz I'm never scared of the impossible Ask the rasta dudes if our gonga ain't the tightest Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain't the whitest and none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence That's the science, my alliance is Terror Squad If there's a god, show me sign so I can share my scars Chorus [Prospect] We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right or get deaded on sight So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite I like livin on the edge, sippin strippers at the wedge Sharin spritsers, gettin head, it's the life we live [Triple Seis] Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist Slugs put you in a coffin for life It's bug how they put you on ice For the love, the money ain't right Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit Got hit, cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch Ge |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
[Prospect] Pass the glock word up Pass the glock (T-Squaders) uh ha, (T-Squaders) [Armageaddon] *whispering in background* You can't stop T-Squad You can't stop T-Squad Can't stop it, can't stop it Chorus [Armageaddon] 2x Somebody call the cops For us to stop'll take all of they got Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block (Terror Squad!) Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot My team is known for smokin the glock To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad!) [Triple Seis] I murder men wit the poisonous flow, my pen Hurt em for they dough and they GM's wit Mac 10 No relaxin, straight action when it's on Call up Pun and The Don, come up heavily armed Niggas better be calm or I'ma set the alarm And a hundred strong'll form in shape of a bomb My squads'll forever bomb wit a war like Lebanon And we hardcore till we dead and gone so go ahead and mourn [Cuban Link] Aiyyo Seis I'm pacin back and forth Wit thoughts of bein trapped up north But after I come off wit it y'all can push em out the door So cock the four pound (four pound) Lock the fort down (fort down) |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
Don't be scared of this (Terror Sqaud) Don't be scared of this (That's right, that's right) Prospecto Follow me here now [ CHORUS ] |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
what, fuck ya want from me, see i love my thugs but im a terrorist nigga and imma terrorize ya ass till gone for miles pana what, bitch ass nigga!! (Verse 1 Armageddon) I jeopardize this rap shit and blast ya ass to prove a point I got thug nigguz who don't even rap callin to do joints frontin off the strength and you the weak link in the click it's obvious you pussy i could see the pink in the clit i seen the chip and the clip of my daily desert eagle fourty four metal with heat'll open ya belly like it's legal push you back a few feet send you sailin like a seagull when we clash in the street why was you bailin if you evil (you ain't evil) talkin bout somebody tryin to playa hate you actually i like you but fuck wit my squad the German a.k.'ll hit you ever seen what them things could do could- down to ya tims, i'm like the limit on ya life the demon on ya light that figure in the dark that takes ya heart in the mid of night this aint a joke cause aint nuttin comical how my laser scope aim at ya dome could erase the features off ya facial bones (chorus) i'm like a triple threat double dare you to try to rip my neck the way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck i know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep comin at me from the sideline like you intend to step (x2) (Verse 2 Big Pun) Fuck the battlin' it's world war four i mean the red form no need to crowd the name is aroused up in the dead zone New World Order i only flow wit the real horror chrome C4 to ya door and pearl harbor we can bring it back gats on the holsters of mini macs gats on the holsters strapped to the shoulders of maniacs where we a |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
Yo, I'ma lay the law with A.K.'s or metaphors Make way for the ghetto roar, these days I set it off Y'all hardcore, that's why I batter you all Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make a fad ??? Terror Squad to my death, tombstone on my chest With the chrome in the vest, alone or with T.S. I'ma rep it, I'm a Dominican, now you accept it It's like you seen death and chose the Lord as the shepherd You sceptical, niggas on the block ain't respectin you Checkin you, ain't gonna stop when they deckin you Who gon' dock you? I'm comin at you like a tackle To leave a personal scar in your chest like a tattoo Seis'll clap you, put your dick in the dirt Click at a herb when I spit a clip and rip through your shirt I'm the worst of the beast, put my work on the streets Do the work with the heat, don't make me burst through your meat [ CHORUS ] I kill alive for my twin Bust ill and do the time for my twin Trust that it's real And he'll be at my side at the end I got guns that'll silence your men We bust off and let the [violence] begin Aight then [ VERSE 2: Triple Seis ] Yo yo, Seis come off with a thunderous start Punish niggas from the heart, rip a niga from the sparks Of the glizze, leave a nigga clapped on _Rap City_ I'm strapped with the Mac milli, you wack as ??? It ain't hard to scrap, my Squad's the vanguard of rap Love to guard your back in the biz, the triz in the back Flamboyant, never givin a slack I jam joints when I live on a track Ran point when they gave me the Mac I'm on fat, never lack the realness I sing that B.J. ( *sirens* ) killer ill shit And still rock a nigga, I'm out to be real rich-acap |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
Yea yea, what uh, Terror Squad uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that Charlie Rock el D Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga Yo, yo Verse 1: Aint no solution for this Since day one I been true to this shit Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss I been provin to hit so you know its really real I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil Self made millionaire status We all gettin money but its funny how mine makes niggaz maddest Come at us if you ready for war Whoever you are Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor Better than ya'll Niggaz need to face the facts Since the days of crack I been blazin gats - tryin to raise my stats Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track Laced in black - bettin on a horse called Amazin Jack Joey Crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn Chorus: I ain't know you really want it How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on I ain't know you really want it How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
When i was five i arrived in america Made it alive survived the hell of a trip getting tellin us Sellin the freedom town to put my feet on the ground See whats around, then lock shit down like nino brown I'm bound by yana and down for drama like tony man tana Ya'll clowns don't wanna fuck around pana Puffin pounds of marijuana wit my honor ross Gunner floss in the sun of fog getting charge so we'll party dark Terror squad my car-tel We larger, it ain't hard to tell We more cream then carn-val For real pocket filled 1 hundred dollar bills Probably with the squattin bill Knowledge while we holla at the college girls This how it feels to be on top of the world Up in the pearl white drop just cruisin the barrel Keepin it thrill l from the beginning to end do it yourself Ain't no friends in this end-v-est world we livin in [chorus] 2x [tony sunshine] As the world turns from life we learn (as the world turns) The more money you earn The more money to burn (more money to burn) Make the sum cuz everything that glitters ain't go (glitters ain't go) Get on the road to riches Fulfill all your wishes and goals [prospect] Aiyyo there's only 1 life to live of many ways of livin In many crazy feelin that see their money so high grazin cellin My heart is so warm but they get cold at times I might let you know from my oldest rhymes I poll for shine, hold the nines When i'm livin in the streets till we make it and take it They nuttin giving cuz it ain't sweet How you think i got nasty? Fuckin with older niggas tryin to pass me But couldn't out last me It was a run in a race so don't disrespect Or |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
Y'all muthafuckas can't hold me back Holdin gats drunk off of cognac Laughin at life and how my goal be makin the hoes react Ridin in cars, out to get me eight full of shinin stars Overwhelmin, any average rapper will find it hard To deal with the way my Squad puts metal to flesh We rebels to death, leakin body heat, decimals less My shotie completes the measure of death I'm hittin your chest I'm only 1100 double threat, beware of the rest Terror Squad's everywhere like weed smoke If my pump shotie was sweet chokes I'd twist the whole place with three strokes Dump this ??? sawed-off barrel I send your soul to follow the blast And see how far the noise will travel Big Eaddie's name never lost his value I told you before on Joe's album We been illin since the holy pharaohs Run out of heat, I still burst you with bangers Believe, me and violence connect and we have our own personal language [ CHORUS ] Money - gimme dat Power - g-gimme dat Guns - gimme dat Freedom - g-gimme dat Pussy - gimme dat Drugs - g-gimme dat ( *shot* ) gimme dat Respect, better gimme dat |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this Tec-9s with silver clips, my ?set's style? is still legit Ain't nothin changed You can tell I'm comin, cause the weather strange Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited] Will go and ride with me Through the levels of hell in this atrocity Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me He said his name was Michael and introduced me to evil acts like Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back Nobody move, nobody get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become the first smokin Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My Squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out your [asshole] And all for gettin cash with the blow I got from Castro [ CHORUS ] You gotta ask yourself how ill is this Only my thug niggas feelin this All in the clubs they be killin this You love the way we rip a track Where all my terrorist niggas at? Show me some love, give me love You gotta ask yourself how ill is this Only my thug niggas feelin this All in the clubs they be killin this You love the way we rip a track We take a little love, then give it back We Terror Squad, Terror Squad [ VERSE 2: Prospect ] I master this, when I throw shots I'm slappin wrists Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I ain't immaculate You packin it? Better be bustin, I'm steadily rus |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
Yeah yeah Terror Squad what-what Cuban Link what-what '99, baby [ VERSE 1: Cuban Link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I always cause trouble when I guzzle Bacardi Got the hotties sippin rum, Maseratis with the stumps Music bumpin out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk From the Bronx, settin, lettin it all out No doubt, toast your coast Reppin the east, west, north, south Now it's all about the Terror Squad, ghetto superstars Extra-large players like Kareem Abdul Jabbar Word to God, Pun, my crew won't give a fuck who you are We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up the bar Cuban the Don Daddy like John Gotti I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies If it's on it's on, mami [ CHORUS ] It's Mister Cuban Link, baby, comin through with the hits Gettin love from the ladies while my crew in the triz And this goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps (We run shit) All around the world You know I do my thing, baby, Cuban Link full eclipse Terror Squad, new era, god, better choose who you with When we flip ain't no tellin what we do to your click (We run shit) All around the world [ VERSE 2: Cuban Link ] Villainous Terror Squadian, Bacardi dark got me crashin the party Undressin hotties to take it all from the drawers to they Barbie bits Pokin up in your ?vaginal? flow in Carhartts and Timbos Thuggin it with a limp, cause Cuban Link is known to pimp hoes Gettin bimbos from all angles, mandingo straight out the combo From a bedroom I needed gettin head in a Durango Grab your ankles, do the hula-hoop your culo while I do ya Nothin's cooler than fuckin while you're puffin a bag of buddah-aca |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
buju banton ] Never jump up in-a mi face, cause i gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is fat joe alongside di banton Hey (what about pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Terror squad leader, come down.. [ verse 1: fat joe ] When i was young i blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin a sentence Me and tone soul still co-defendants Know your legends fat joe, soul blowin up sessions Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection Can't tell me shit about murder and movin weight I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate It's proven today, armageaddon's comin sooner than late We rappers that really blast, i know cuban relates 50 niggas of terror, rockin 560 leathers Some of us are dyin to gain, but the name lives forever Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest When i spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test Apply the pressure like i used to do, but crack never left I traded in my double breasted for a mac and a vest What the fuck? [ buju banton ] Never jump up in-a mi face, i gun Never judge a book by di cover dat's wrong Dis is fat joe alongside di banton Hey (what about pun?) Lord (rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Tonight is a whole lot of fun [ verse 2: buju banton ] Tell them, icin this >from the heart of kingston to the ice of alaska Buffalo soldier, hardcore rasta I am di originial, fuck di impostor Determined to make it with or without ya No borders, no boundaries I've got to take care of my enemies Don't you oppress, eleviate stress Disrespect ??? wreckless Artillery strapped over my chest Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left Skip and dive, duck like _the matrix_ >from the day i've been born i have been a target Get-get-get, whenever whoever Disrespect buju banton - never Lord ??? clever Wanted, make di front page of di ??? Terror squad crew, you're takin over Over, over, over Hear dis Never jump up in-a mi face, cause i gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is fat joe alongside di banton Tell them (what about pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Rudebwoy ???? pon down [ verse 3: big pun ] Easy.. Seeeeeen? Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat Why she livin fat, she ain't got a baby back Ya heard? cause where we at it's either live or die I seen a nigga sky high from blye, cause he thought the shit was fly I let you ride if you bustin I let you die if you bluffin Cause to die is the whole price of nothin You fuckin with all brothers and bronx bombers Who want drama, word to my dead and gone mama Let me find the next muthafucka Disrespect fat joe, the don carta And i'ma have to jig a nigga like shawn carter What's wrong, partner? Punisher peel your banana, see you maa짹ana Leave your mama covered with a white ??? That's right, i'ma be there with my guns Blowin the spot, i ain't got no hair on my tongues Cause where i'm from we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, b-x, baby, new york, new york [ buju banton ] Never jump up in-a mi face, i gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong This was fat joe and buju banton Tell them (what about pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) [ fat joe ] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.. Buju banton Original rasta gangsta Fat joe Terror squad massive What, what? Murderous What |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Explicit Version] (1999)
Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin 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 ??? crackin 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 [ CHORUS: Armageaddon ] Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin 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 breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin dues? ('Geaddon) Now who them niggas that be roamin the town Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down [ VERSE 2: Armageaddon ] I'm here to reclaim my respect Reppin the set that be bangin my chest T.S., the God's medaillon, tombstone and begets Alone and wet I blow my own Tec Ever had beef with 'Geadd and hold no regrets Then you was no threath I go to Death blessed with God's heed And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee And my plot's greed, my theme's murder My climax is when the heat from the burner Blast |
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Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death Piece the bits together till you come up wit at least a brick Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that I suggest that we bubble it all Cop a bundle of raw, start small, see if we can double the score I stumble across my share of obtsacles Staring death dead in the opticals Cuz I'm never scared of the impossible Ask the rasta dudes if our gonga ain't the tightest Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain't the whitest and none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence That's the science, my alliance is Terror Squad If there's a god, show me sign so I can share my scars Chorus [Prospect] We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right or get deaded on sight So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite I like livin on the edge, sippin strippers at the wedge Sharin spritsers, gettin head, it's the life we live [Triple Seis] Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist Slugs put you in a coffin for life It's bug how they put you on ice For the love, the money ain't right Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit Got hit, cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch Ge |
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Pass the glock word up Pass the glock (T-Squaders) uh ha, (T-Squaders) [Armageaddon] *whispering in background* You can't stop T-Squad You can't stop T-Squad Can't stop it, can't stop it Chorus [Armageaddon] 2x Somebody call the cops For us to stop'll take all of they got Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block (Terror Squad!) Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot My team is known for smokin the glock To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad!) [Triple Seis] I murder men wit the poisonous flow, my pen Hurt em for they dough and they GM's wit Mac 10 No relaxin, straight action when it's on Call up Pun and The Don, come up heavily armed Niggas better be calm or I'ma set the alarm And a hundred strong'll form in shape of a bomb My squads'll forever bomb wit a war like Lebanon And we hardcore till we dead and gone so go ahead and mourn [Cuban Link] Aiyyo Seis I'm pacin back and forth Wit thoughts of bein trapped up north But after I come off wit it y'all can push em out the door So cock the four pound (four pound) Lock the fort down (fort down) |
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Don't be scared of this (Terror Sqaud) Don't be scared of this (That's right, that's right) Prospecto Follow me here now [ CHORUS ] |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
what, fuck ya want from me, see i love my thugs but im a terrorist nigga and imma terrorize ya ass till gone for miles pana what, bitch ass nigga!! (Verse 1 Armageddon) I jeopardize this rap shit and blast ya ass to prove a point I got thug nigguz who don't even rap callin to do joints frontin off the strength and you the weak link in the click it's obvious you pussy i could see the pink in the clit i seen the chip and the clip of my daily desert eagle fourty four metal with heat'll open ya belly like it's legal push you back a few feet send you sailin like a seagull when we clash in the street why was you bailin if you evil (you ain't evil) talkin bout somebody tryin to playa hate you actually i like you but fuck wit my squad the German a.k.'ll hit you ever seen what them things could do could- down to ya tims, i'm like the limit on ya life the demon on ya light that figure in the dark that takes ya heart in the mid of night this aint a joke cause aint nuttin comical how my laser scope aim at ya dome could erase the features off ya facial bones (chorus) i'm like a triple threat double dare you to try to rip my neck the way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck i know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep comin at me from the sideline like you intend to step (x2) (Verse 2 Big Pun) Fuck the battlin' it's world war four i mean the red form no need to crowd the name is aroused up in the dead zone New World Order i only flow wit the real horror chrome C4 to ya door and pearl harbor we can bring it back gats on the holsters of mini macs gats on the holsters strapped to the shoulders of maniacs where we a |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
Yo, I'ma lay the law with A.K.'s or metaphors Make way for the ghetto roar, these days I set it off Y'all hardcore, that's why I batter you all Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make a fad ??? Terror Squad to my death, tombstone on my chest With the chrome in the vest, alone or with T.S. I'ma rep it, I'm a Dominican, now you accept it It's like you seen death and chose the Lord as the shepherd You sceptical, niggas on the block ain't respectin you Checkin you, ain't gonna stop when they deckin you Who gon' dock you? I'm comin at you like a tackle To leave a personal scar in your chest like a tattoo Seis'll clap you, put your dick in the dirt Click at a herb when I spit a clip and rip through your shirt I'm the worst of the beast, put my work on the streets Do the work with the heat, don't make me burst through your meat [ CHORUS ] I kill alive for my twin Bust ill and do the time for my twin Trust that it's real And he'll be at my side at the end I got guns that'll silence your men We bust off and let the [violence] begin Aight then [ VERSE 2: Triple Seis ] Yo yo, Seis come off with a thunderous start Punish niggas from the heart, rip a niga from the sparks Of the glizze, leave a nigga clapped on _Rap City_ I'm strapped with the Mac milli, you wack as ??? It ain't hard to scrap, my Squad's the vanguard of rap Love to guard your back in the biz, the triz in the back Flamboyant, never givin a slack I jam joints when I live on a track Ran point when they gave me the Mac I'm on fat, never lack the realness I sing that B.J. ( *sirens* ) killer ill shit And still rock a nigga, I'm out to be real rich-acap |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
Yea yea, what uh, Terror Squad uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that Charlie Rock el D Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga Yo, yo Verse 1: Aint no solution for this Since day one I been true to this shit Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss I been provin to hit so you know its really real I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil Self made millionaire status We all gettin money but its funny how mine makes niggaz maddest Come at us if you ready for war Whoever you are Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor Better than ya'll Niggaz need to face the facts Since the days of crack I been blazin gats - tryin to raise my stats Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track Laced in black - bettin on a horse called Amazin Jack Joey Crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn Chorus: I ain't know you really want it How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on I ain't know you really want it How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
When i was five i arrived in america Made it alive survived the hell of a trip getting tellin us Sellin the freedom town to put my feet on the ground See whats around, then lock shit down like nino brown I'm bound by yana and down for drama like tony man tana Ya'll clowns don't wanna fuck around pana Puffin pounds of marijuana wit my honor ross Gunner floss in the sun of fog getting charge so we'll party dark Terror squad my car-tel We larger, it ain't hard to tell We more cream then carn-val For real pocket filled 1 hundred dollar bills Probably with the squattin bill Knowledge while we holla at the college girls This how it feels to be on top of the world Up in the pearl white drop just cruisin the barrel Keepin it thrill l from the beginning to end do it yourself Ain't no friends in this end-v-est world we livin in [chorus] 2x [tony sunshine] As the world turns from life we learn (as the world turns) The more money you earn The more money to burn (more money to burn) Make the sum cuz everything that glitters ain't go (glitters ain't go) Get on the road to riches Fulfill all your wishes and goals [prospect] Aiyyo there's only 1 life to live of many ways of livin In many crazy feelin that see their money so high grazin cellin My heart is so warm but they get cold at times I might let you know from my oldest rhymes I poll for shine, hold the nines When i'm livin in the streets till we make it and take it They nuttin giving cuz it ain't sweet How you think i got nasty? Fuckin with older niggas tryin to pass me But couldn't out last me It was a run in a race so don't disrespect Or |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
Lock that fuckin door, yo Lock all that shit [ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ] Y'all muthafuckas can't hold me back Holdin gats drunk off of cognac Laughin at life and how my goal be makin the hoes react Ridin in cars, out to get me eight full of shinin stars Overwhelmin, any average rapper will find it hard To deal with the way my Squad puts metal to flesh We rebels to death, leakin body heat, decimals less My shotie completes the measure of death I'm hittin your chest I'm only 1100 double threat, beware of the rest Terror Squad's everywhere like weed smoke If my pump shotie was sweet chokes I'd twist the whole place with three strokes Dump this ??? sawed-off barrel I send your soul to follow the blast And see how far the noise will travel Big Eaddie's name never lost his value I told you before on Joe's album We been illin since the holy pharaohs Run out of heat, I still burst you with bangers Believe, me and violence connect and we have our own personal language [ CHORUS ] Money - gimme dat Power - g-gimme dat Guns - gimme dat Freedom - g-gimme dat Pussy - gimme dat Drugs - g-gimme dat ( *shot* ) gimme dat Respect, better gimme dat |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
It's on now Feel threatened by this T-Squad T.S. Takin shit [ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ] We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this Tec-9s with silver clips, my ?set's style? is still legit Ain't nothin changed You can tell I'm comin, cause the weather strange Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited] Will go and ride with me Through the levels of hell in this atrocity Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me He said his name was Michael and introduced me to evil acts like Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back Nobody move, nobody get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become the first smokin Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My Squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out your [asshole] And all for gettin cash with the blow I got from Castro [ CHORUS ] You gotta ask yourself how ill is this Only my thug niggas feelin this All in the clubs they be killin this You love the way we rip a track Where all my terrorist niggas at? Show me some love, give me love You gotta ask yourself how ill is this Only my thug niggas feelin this All in the clubs they be killin this You love the way we rip a track We take a little love, then give it back We Terror Squad, Terror Squad [ VERSE 2: Prospect ] I master this, when I throw shots I'm slappin wrists Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I ain't immaculate You packin it? Better be bustin, I'm steadily rus |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
Yeah yeah Terror Squad what-what Cuban Link what-what '99, baby [ VERSE 1: Cuban Link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I always cause trouble when I guzzle Bacardi Got the hotties sippin rum, Maseratis with the stumps Music bumpin out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk From the Bronx, settin, lettin it all out No doubt, toast your coast Reppin the east, west, north, south Now it's all about the Terror Squad, ghetto superstars Extra-large players like Kareem Abdul Jabbar Word to God, Pun, my crew won't give a fuck who you are We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up the bar Cuban the Don Daddy like John Gotti I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies If it's on it's on, mami [ CHORUS ] It's Mister Cuban Link, baby, comin through with the hits Gettin love from the ladies while my crew in the triz And this goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps (We run shit) All around the world You know I do my thing, baby, Cuban Link full eclipse Terror Squad, new era, god, better choose who you with When we flip ain't no tellin what we do to your click (We run shit) All around the world [ VERSE 2: Cuban Link ] Villainous Terror Squadian, Bacardi dark got me crashin the party Undressin hotties to take it all from the drawers to they Barbie bits Pokin up in your ?vaginal? flow in Carhartts and Timbos Thuggin it with a limp, cause Cuban Link is known to pimp hoes Gettin bimbos from all angles, mandingo straight out the combo From a bedroom I needed gettin head in a Durango Grab your ankles, do the hula-hoop your culo while I do ya Nothin's cooler than fuckin while you're puffin a bag of buddah-aca |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
Never jump up in-a mi face, cause i gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is fat joe alongside di banton Hey (what about pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Terror squad leader, come down.. [ verse 1: fat joe ] When i was young i blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin a sentence Me and tone soul still co-defendants Know your legends fat joe, soul blowin up sessions Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection Can't tell me shit about murder and movin weight I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate It's proven today, armageaddon's comin sooner than late We rappers that really blast, i know cuban relates 50 niggas of terror, rockin 560 leathers Some of us are dyin to gain, but the name lives forever Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest When i spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test Apply the pressure like i used to do, but crack never left I traded in my double breasted for a mac and a vest What the fuck? [ buju banton ] Never jump up in-a mi face, i gun Never judge a book by di cover dat's wrong Dis is fat joe alongside di banton Hey (what about pun?) Lord (rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Tonight is a whole lot of fun [ verse 2: buju banton ] Tell them, icin this >from the heart of kingston to the ice of alaska Buffalo soldier, hardcore rasta I am di originial, fuck di impostor Determined to make it with or without ya No borders, no boundaries I've got to take care of my enemies Don't you oppress, eleviate stress Disrespect ??? wreckless Artillery strapped over my chest Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left Skip and dive, duck like _the matrix_ >from the day i've been born i have been a target Get-get-get, whenever whoever Disrespect buju banton - never Lord ??? clever Wanted, make di front page of di ??? Terror squad crew, you're takin over Over, over, over Hear dis Never jump up in-a mi face, cause i gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is fat joe alongside di banton Tell them (what about pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Rudebwoy ???? pon down [ verse 3: big pun ] Easy.. Seeeeeen? Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat Why she livin fat, she ain't got a baby back Ya heard? cause where we at it's either live or die I seen a nigga sky high from blye, cause he thought the shit was fly I let you ride if you bustin I let you die if you bluffin Cause to die is the whole price of nothin You fuckin with all brothers and bronx bombers Who want drama, word to my dead and gone mama Let me find the next muthafucka Disrespect fat joe, the don carta And i'ma have to jig a nigga like shawn carter What's wrong, partner? Punisher peel your banana, see you maa짹ana Leave your mama covered with a white ??? That's right, i'ma be there with my guns Blowin the spot, i ain't got no hair on my tongues Cause where i'm from we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, b-x, baby, new york, new york [ buju banton ] Never jump up in-a mi face, i gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong This was fat joe and buju banton Tell them (what about pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) [ fat joe ] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.. Buju banton Original rasta gangsta Fat joe Terror squad massive What, what? Murderous What |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin 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 ??? crackin 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 [ CHORUS: Armageaddon ] Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin 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 breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin dues? ('Geaddon) Now who them niggas that be roamin the town Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down [ VERSE 2: Armageaddon ] I'm here to reclaim my respect Reppin the set that be bangin my chest T.S., the God's medaillon, tombstone and begets Alone and wet I blow my own Tec Ever had beef with 'Geadd and hold no regrets Then you was no threath I go to Death blessed with God's heed And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee And my plot's greed, my theme's murder My climax is when the heat from the burner Blast |
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from Terror Squad - Terror Squad [Clean Version] (1999)
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 |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
[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 |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
[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! |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
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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 |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
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 |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
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... |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
[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 |
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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 |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
[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 |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
[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 |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
(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] |
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[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 |
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from Terror Squad - True Story / Explicit Version (2004)
[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. |
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