[Big Punisher]

It's my life, my money, my world, my girls

TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail

Want me to fail cause you on my dick

But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit



[Armageddon]



It's my life, it's my world, my perogative

To push things and chase girls that dress provacative

Terror Squad rock ice wider than Yugoslavians

Run up in your building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in

Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop

Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop

Turnin hands to glocks, blow you back to your essence

I go back in time, stop your ass back to the present

Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your presence

We handle our blessings, these players where the battles is stressin

Took this rap game over then mastered it

Blast my shit, this song change shitty records that after it



[Big Punisher]



Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull your motherfuckin car

With a ? I'm killin like Chicci from Southern Boulevard

I'm hardcore, thug blood, raw, pass it off

Laugh it off, I crush your jaw cause thats the law

Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls

Blow a hole in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? Road

Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the toughest

Run the rukkus through the roughest motherfuckers

Somethin illustrious, my crew's accustom to bustin ass

Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody bath

I want the cash off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off

At any bit off tryin to laugh at the brittles

You Ain't A Killer for the Terror Squadron

You feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden

I'll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot above you

And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the burrough

No doubt I'm thorough, with the periscope

Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the whole bible out

Don't swear to know, idols or titles, all I request

Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death



[Fat Joe]



You better slide or catch this homicide

Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side

Brothers died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes

Curtis blow you head like jake (like jake)

So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines

Player haters never wanna see my shine

Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes

On my way to ?less fools?

Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids

Or live in mass, suite and lavish cribs

Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my whiz

Exotic toke' and karats on my wrist

It ain't shit for for sex, money, and drugs

True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs

What the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap back

Leave your heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks



[Cuban Link]



Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I'm attackin

Even if its one against ten, count me in, till the end

Cause for my men I'm going all out, just call out

My name when you need, I make a nigga brain fall out

Nuff love for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckers

Who bust slugs, that's why I put em above others

Cause some niggas ain't real, they talk mad shit

Then when its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit



[Big Punisher]



It's my life, my money, my world, my girls

TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail

Want me to fail cause you on my dick

But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit