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| Fat Joe Don Cartagena Terror Squadians [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 too high to bond, 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 [Prospect] Yo, yo, I play the game with caution Sun changes, gave power creative activities 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 vice Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise My words precise, 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 rubies 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 flossin and 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 Caddy, wit the hazards on [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', niggaz 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 dont have a chance, I'm the boss in your emminence Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche I'll torture 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 to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright Chorus *2X* [Armageddon] Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding 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 Chorus |
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