Fat Joe

Fat Joe - Terror Squadians lyrics

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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

 [Prospect]

 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*

 [Armageddon]

 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

 Chorus
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Not On Label (J-Love Self-released)

Details:

Released in: 2016

Language: English

Appearing on: Don Cartagena (1998)

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