Текст песни Fat Joe - Terror Squadians, слова песни Fat Joe

Текст песни Fat Joe - Terror Squadians

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[fat joe]Terror squad. ungh. now why you wanna go and fuck with them? platinumStatus, motherfuckers. eat a dick!Now whos the underated pro, they scared to play on the radio? Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already knowFlow for flow, no crew can step to usAnd blow for blow, Im pretty sure that you heard the rumorsI give tumors to niggas and comas to bitchesNo ones against us, roll with the richesAnd float with the fishesThe revolution has started thats why Im undercardedMy squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departedAs hard as they come, they all fall like the great wallMake no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgueSwarmin informers like cops at drug cornersFeds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on usThey want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the don? Shit, Ill be out by the morn, word bondMy game is on lock, till you bawl copAnd its never ever gonna stop[prospect]Yo, yo, I play the game with cautionSun changes, gave power creative activitiesBring fame and fortuneWhy cant you live this? all day hands on bitchesWith financial ventures, enhance the richesGotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreamsBut it seems I couldnt graduate or go to drakeIt hurts at nights I gots to reimburse the viceNiggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandiseMy words precise, cause if not I wouldnt speak itI rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekendsOutside, these pretty clothes I live, but with the titty-hoKnock a nigga out, for the shit he stoleWe already degraded, me and my family the most hatedBitch were barely both made itSee the thinly related, to everything in the streetIm sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heatChorus: triple seisWe got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killinSlugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillinWe bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildingsTerror squads everywhere, its just us illinI thought you knew you had...Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killinSlugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillinWe bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildingsTerror squads everywhere, its just us illin(and it dont stop!)[cuban link]I got rubies on my uzis and gems on my mack 10sDiamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match themPlatinum magnums with silver clips, real begetsShit, Im gonna milk this bitch till Im filthy richFilled with chips from the floor to the ceilingJust flossin and chillin in a porsche full-a-womenIm one in a million, get on the deal alreadyMy skills are sharper than a steel maschettiRealer than the militaryKillin every track Im on, link and joey crack the donFlippin in my cuban caddy, wit the hazards on[triple seis]So, come on if you gon ride with us, live niggasHop with us, quick to try to triple five figures[big punisher]Your style is unoffic, niggaz like you stay on my wanted listPun and prince, were walkin on kings, like a son-of-a-bitchFuckin with this is hazardous to amateur battlersAverage niggas get lost in the course of embarassmentOf course you dont have a chance, Im the boss in your emminenceGet tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalancheIll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphsFor all of you thatll laugh at a historical aftermath!I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clipsLook behind you, Ill blind you like when the sun eclipseAint no second chances, I glance at niggasMake em wet they pantsThe chances are slim if twinz done swing the rest of the ransomeThe best and the champion, that means Im far beyondDionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army onCome along, follow the don, my motto and songLive for tomorrow, cause todays almost already goneLets get on, split your belly with the maschetti, longTears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold onI know its wrong, but it feels so rightI used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alrightChorus *2x*[armageddon]Fuck a toe to toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blowTo make it more dramatic, I quote jehovah holding the scrollOpen your skull, show you shit you aint supposed to knowBreak the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast(just to let you know) that Im zone coastedAnd play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motionAssassinate the pope with no emotionsSo why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasnt votin? My brain floatin away, above you niggas like I make time pauseCheckin my rollie watch my diamond roman digitsGolden riches, better hold em bitchesCause we robbin niggas way beforeThe translation of holy scripturesI was armageddon before the motion pictureThe last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftinMy squads hard and far from puritansRobbin and killin men like we proud to be americansChorus

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