Текст песни Terror Squad f Bleach Brothers, Fat Joe, - WWW.THATSMYSHIT.COM
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(Fat Joe)Yeah, Yeah (Mmm)This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm)Italiano (what) Ya know da deliAha, Aha DirtmanHey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo(Dirtman)I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shitYou never seen it before its all LigitementItaliano bust holes to your guitanoI got twelve ropes to hang you off the VerazanoRapid Marziano I hit your arms till they dropPalms to your chops left hook put your palms in the blockJingo pop then don`t stop till the game is oneAnd I`ll stop till your frame is numbComical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on shitWhile I`ll tell you straight up we on some money shitA problem with that you see my hand in the placeBut fuck Ballon I`m trying to punch you dead in your faceWe bless with da deal cause we`re the best in the fieldBleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it realTest if you will feeling the meaning of realThe meaning of steel you little bitchAy you screaming for realChorus (Repeat 2x)All my real live niggas say:That`s my shitAll my thugs mothafuckers say:That`s my shitAnd if you all about the ruckus say:That`s my shit(Triple Seis)Triple Seis the killer like turn your factBringing it back the way B-X put it on the mapIts like that running up in your shots while they gotWhile the exact take it back lay with the mapJoey Crack get busy with the shottieHit em niggas with the busy for being in a busy bodyThey talk too much Seis comes true in the clutchMove with the rush and I hold who you can trustThat are bless anytime hit you for any sonGo fifth to fist in the mist they`ll kick plenty rhymeGive me mine and you can have the rest or feel afraid of deathAnd the pain as the rain with the techMy connect sending buddah flavor Te-bekLike cuddah soft and wet that I’d acquired at the setTriple Seis is on fire I’m as hot as it getsRock the light the end is about to line up the setChorus(Reka)Yo we back in the door hearing at you asking for moreYou asked for the rawBleach Brothers strict and we poorGoof on the bottom floorBack now walk in the brish? Back to the bullshitFuck with those cats I’m cool withAct and fool with, Actually nothing to fool withWent to school withQuite tight now a true clickYou get your je-je-jewel fixedFan come over here hitting your back pockets get swiss backHow can a mac get his shit backYou want to click-clack your person you can get thatYou get your shit cluft up Billy Fishers when I spit thatChorus