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Terror Squadians

Featuring Terror Squad]

[Fat Joe]

Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum

status motherfuckers. Eat a dick!

Now who's the underated 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 thats why I'm undercarded

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 to ?, 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 its never ever gonna stop


Yo, yo, I play the game with caution

Son changes, gave power, created ?vactivities?

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 grandmoms had dreams

but it seems I couldn't graduate or go to Drake

It hurts at nights I gots to reimburse the rights

Niggas is worse the sheists for the merchandise

My words percise, 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

Chorus: Triple Seis

We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin

Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin

We bust feelins, 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 feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings

Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin

(And it don't stop!)

[Cuban Link]

I got groupies 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 floss and the 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 Caddie, with the hats are torn

[Triple Seis]

So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas

Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures

[Big Punisher]

Your style is unoffic', niggas 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 embarassment

Of course you don't have a chance, I'm the boss in your ?

Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche

I'll torch 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 bust all night, but now I gotta deal, alright

Chorus *2X*


Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow

Don't make it more dramatic, I quote you over holdin 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


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