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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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| 2. |
| 4:01 |
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[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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| 4:13 |
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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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| 4. |
| 3:20 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:03 |
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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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| 3:06 |
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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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| 3:54 |
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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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| 8. |
| 4:32 |
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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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| 3:37 |
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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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| 4:21 |
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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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| 11. |
| 3:59 |
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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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| 4:46 |
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| 4:15 |
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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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| 3:57 |
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| 3:51 |
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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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