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[fat joe]Terror squad. ungh. now why you wanna go and fuck with them? platinum |
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Status, motherfuckers. eat a dick! |
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Now who's the underated pro, they scared to play on the radio? |
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Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know |
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Flow for flow, no crew can step to us |
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And blow for blow, |
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I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors |
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I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches |
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No one's against us, roll with the riches |
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And float with the fishes |
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The revolution has started thats why |
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I'm undercarded |
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My squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed |
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As hard as they come, they all fall like the great wall |
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Make no mistake, |
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I take you straight to the state morgue |
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Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners |
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Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us |
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They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am |
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I the don? |
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Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond |
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My game is on lock, till you bawl cop |
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And it's never ever gonna stop[prospect] |
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Yo, yo, I play the game with caution |
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Sun changes, gave power creative activities |
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Bring fame and fortune |
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Why can't you live this? all day hands on bitches |
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With financial ventures, enhance the riches |
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Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams |
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But it seems |
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I couldn't graduate or go to drake |
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It hurts at nights |
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I gots to reimburse the vice |
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Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise |
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My words precise, cause if not |
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I wouldn't speak it |
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I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends |
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Outside, these pretty clothes |
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I live, but with the titty-ho |
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Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole |
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We already degraded, me and my family the most hated |
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Bitch were barely both made it |
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See the thinly related, to everything in the street |
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I'm sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat |
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Chorus: triple seis |
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We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin |
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Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin |
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We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror squad's everywhere, it's just us illin |
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I thought you knew you had... |
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Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin |
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Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin |
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We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
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Terror squad's everywhere, it's just us illin(and it don't stop!)[cuban link] |
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I got rubies on my uzi's and gems on my mack 10's |
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Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them |
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Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets |
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Shit, I'm gonna milk this bitch till |
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I'm filthy rich |
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Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling |
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Just flossin and chillin in a porsche full-a-women |
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I'm one in a million, get on the deal already |
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My skills are sharper than a steel maschetti |
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Realer than the military |
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Killin every track |
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I'm on, link and joey crack the don |
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Flippin in my cuban caddy, wit the hazards on[triple seis] |
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So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas |
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Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures[big punisher] |
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Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on my wanted list |
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Pun and prince, we're walkin on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch |
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Fuckin with this is hazardous to amateur battlers |
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Average niggas get lost in the course of embarassment |
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Of course you don't have a chance, |
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I'm the boss in your emminence |
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Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche |
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I'll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs |
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For all of you that'll laugh at a historical aftermath! |
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I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips |
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Look behind you, |
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I'll blind you like when the sun eclipse |
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Ain't no second chances, |
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I glance at niggas |
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Make em wet they pants |
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The chances are slim if twinz done swing the rest of the ransome |
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The best and the champion, that means |
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I'm far beyond |
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Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on |
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Come along, follow the don, my motto and song |
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Live for tomorrow, cause today's almost already gone |
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Lets get on, split your belly with the maschetti, long |
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Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on |
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I know it's wrong, but it feels so right |
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I used to bust steel all night, but now |
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I gotta deal, alright |
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Chorus *2x*[armageddon] |
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Fuck a toe to toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow |
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To make it more dramatic, |
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I quote jehovah holding the scroll |
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Open your skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know |
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Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast(just to let you know) that |
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I'm zone coasted |
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And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion |
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Assassinate the pope with no emotions |
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So why should |
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I hesitate to crush a campaign like |
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I wasn't votin? |
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My brain floatin away, above you niggas like |
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I make time pause |
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Checkin my rollie watch my diamond roman digits |
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Golden riches, better hold em bitches |
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Cause we robbin niggas way before |
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The translation of holy scriptures |
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I was armageddon before the motion picture |
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The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin |
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My squad's hard and far from puritans |
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Robbin and killin men like we proud to be americans |
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Chorus |
