[ intro: fat joe ]

Yeah yeah

Terror squad what-what

Cuban link what-what

'99baby



[ verse 1: cuban link ]

Yo ladi-dadimamiI love to party

Plus I always cause trouble when I guzzle bacardi

Got the hotties sippin rummaseratis with the stumps

Music bumpin out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk

From the bronxsettinlettin it all out

No doubttoast your coast

Reppin the eastwestnorthsouth

Now it's all about the terror squadghetto superstars

Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar

Word to godpunmy crew won't give a fuck who you are

We do our job like we part of the mobshoot up the bar

Cuban the don daddy like john gotti

I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies

If it's on it's onmami



[ chorus ]

It's mister cuban linkbabycomin through with the hits

Gettin love from the ladies while my crew in the triz

And this goes out to the playersthugshustlers and pimps

(we run shit)

All around the world

You know I do my thingbabycuban link full eclipse

Terror squadnew eragodbetter choose who you with

When we flip ain't no tellin what we do to your click

(we run shit)

All around the world



[ verse 2: cuban link ]

Villainous terror squadianbacardi dark got me crashin the party

Undressin hotties to take it all from the drawers to they barbie bits

Pokin up in your ? vaginal? flow in carhartts and timbos

Thuggin it with a limpcause cuban link is known to pimp hoes

Gettin bimbos from all anglesmandingo straight out the combo

From a bedroom I needed gettin head in a durango

Grab your anklesdo the hula-hoop your culo while I do ya

Nothin's cooler than fuckin while you're puffin a bag of buddah

Don the cuba's got your curaschoolin juniors like butuvas

Smooth as luther when it comes to suckin hooters like a hoover

Who the man now? impressed so many mamisI can't count

Holdin my count down till the last roundhands down

No question I blow your chest in with a smith & wesson

You'll be dead in less than a second - reckon

Better listenmy weaponstep in my sessions for lessons

Lasting impressiondestined to be the best in this profession



[ chorus ]



[ verse 3: cuban link ]

I'm runnin ralleys from new york to cali up in a caddy

Puffin like daddy with paddybaggin the weed up in the backseat

Crackin fortiesactin naughtytellin em shortieshavin orgees

Watchin pokeys with four freaks - now that's me

I be the nasty cubanslammin like I'm patrick ewing

Pass me a bag of weeda brewand the track that we're doing

For you and yoursfull of glitter style

Showin all my skills like a stripperbabyhit me with some shit for now

Break it downhit the groundmove your hips around

Make it bounceshoop and sit down on my dick and do the brown

If you down we can bounce right nowpick up a pound

Enjoy and lounge with styley'all know my name by now



[ chorus ]



[ outro: fat joe ]

No doubt

Cuban linkbaby

'99

Terror squad

All you fake-ass niggas

Tryin to be like ustalk like us

But you could never walk like us

Fuck around and get outlined in chalk

Terror squad

Joe crack

Big pun

Prospecto

Armageaddyo

Triple seiswhat? 

Raoul