| 歌曲 | Rudeboy Salute (Clean LP Version) (Featuring Big Pun, Fat Joe & Buju Banton) |
| 歌手 | Terror Squad |
| 专辑 | Terror Squad |
| [ 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 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 |