歌曲 | Rudeboy Salute (Clean LP Version) (Featuring Big Pun, Fat Joe & Buju Banton) |
歌手 | Terror Squad |
专辑 | Terror Squad |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[ 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 ma鎙na | |
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 |
buju banton | |
Never jump up ina 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 codefendants | |
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 ina 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 apenetrate from right out to left | |
Skip and dive, duck like _the matrix_ | |
from the day i' ve been born i have been a target | |
Getgetget, 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 ina 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 babysat | |
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 ma shuo na | |
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, bx, baby, new york, new york | |
buju banton | |
Never jump up ina 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 | |
Hahahahaha.. | |
Buju banton | |
Original rasta gangsta | |
Fat joe | |
Terror squad massive | |
What, what? | |
Murderous | |
What |
buju banton | |
Never jump up ina 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 codefendants | |
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 ina 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 apenetrate from right out to left | |
Skip and dive, duck like _the matrix_ | |
from the day i' ve been born i have been a target | |
Getgetget, 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 ina 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 babysat | |
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 ma shuò na | |
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, bx, baby, new york, new york | |
buju banton | |
Never jump up ina 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 | |
Hahahahaha.. | |
Buju banton | |
Original rasta gangsta | |
Fat joe | |
Terror squad massive | |
What, what? | |
Murderous | |
What |