(feat. Terror Squad)



[Fat Joe]

I don't give a fuck about you duke

The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof

Still pussy after all that loot

Smack you right in front of your troops

You know how we do, pakinamac in the back of the coup

You loose, that's why you gon get it

Me and my squad is known to set it

Front guard and get ahead of this

It's pathematic how you run the streets

I bring guns to beef, while you send your son to speech

We a hundred deep and stay bustin the heat

Puttin niggas to sleep, in six feet sweaps

Joe the Don, ready for war when it's on

Come on, tell me who can hold it down this long

I'm strong that my name will live on when I'm gone

Word bond, I conquer shit like Genghis Khan

You been warned by the Terror Squadrans, ghetto sergeant

Next time I see that ass in carter the'll be no pardon



[Chorus x2: Armageddon]

Terror Squad pop, ain't nothin thicker than blood

I sware to God all my thugs die quicker than love

But life flex again, I'll be back livin it up

And If drop, you don't stop, keep lickin ya slugs



[Prospect]

Aiyo, it started off since 1979

A young nigga that was born and destined to shine

I've been thru ups and downs, cash tellin cracks

Bustin rounds, I saw buyers get hit up in crossfires

Bosses retire, expired by hitmans for hire

Wines strictly for bitches, suckin dicks to get higher

In this world the more that you lust

Fake ones that do fake shit, only a dummy you trust

How can I have love walkin on this earth with dust

Hence the birth it was bug, I fiend search for the drugs

And being punched supply the guns, when we curse you with slugs

But fuck it, everything ain't goin to work for you cuz

I got to make these pesos in case lobes, niggas ya make fold

Like envelopes and take notes

Had an ash runnin the dash like JJ Stokes

When the gun smoke, I quote another Murder He Wrote

It's thug emotions that I'm lettin off my chest

Turn of the leader, tress and jess be the best like T.S.

I'm in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype

Better get it right, or get dented on sight



[Chorus x2]



[Armageddon]

I'm just tryin to figure what right, 

kinda hard to pull a trigger polite

Scriptures of right can't discribe how I'm sick in this life

Pick up a mic and end it all in a session

Blow my brains out, and let the kid sour the rezin

I told ya niggas my brain was way above ya heads

Niggas be slumpin dead, so snappin they spines

Tryin to see what I fed, peep what I read in the eyes of my rival

It might surprise, but jealously sometimes is the only way for survival

Don't get me wrong, I'm still a piece of shit

Street fires increased a bit, I might body a nigga for at least a nick

Quipin the forty power, 24 hours of Armageddon

The fly terrorist, chapter of sporty cowards

Holy sours, clense my sins thru repentence

A center of attention when the name of my enemy is mentioned

A nigga inchin, must be but stinkin how my squad run

Cuz I ain't dyin till my fam straight, sware on my godson



[Chorus x2]