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Текст песни Terror Squad f Prospect - `99 Live

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Don`t be scared of this(Terror Sqaud)Don`t be scared of this(That`s right, that`s right)ProspectoFollow me here now[ CHORUS ] Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga what" (Nigga what) Like you don`t give a fuck Bitches playin niggas just to get a buck Get a buck (Yeah, we hit em up) (2x)[ VERSE 1: Prospect ]Yo, it`s the P-r-o-s-p-e-c-tI`m a thug you can`t ph.d. meCatch me in the back of the club switchin it upType of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cupListen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin the trizAnd some, they tryin to pull it off right in front of the kidsBefore I think about coming to cribsI be lugging my glitz so big, on the waist it be rubbing my ribsIt`s very dangerous fuckin with thisI been doublin chips holdin my own with the chrome double-gripsUp in the mix, caught a couple of vicsWhen I used to fight, but I ain`t been scufflin sinceThis is as tough as it gets, never leave nothin with printsOr you get blast and you`re chopped up and stuffed in the fridgeThey not playin me, I perfected this game from A to ZThe ones I don`t know will need ropes to hands and knees[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 2: Prospect ]This shit`ll never stop, as long as I live, I`ma forever rockAnd stop niggas right where they standin when the baretta popMy moms said I better not, but knew I had toI said, "I`m bustin mines, and ain`t nobody movin at you"She laughed too, like I was jokin, when I`m chrome-totinI have a nigga in his home hopin I don`t blow his dome openI stay stoned, smokin while I`m on the low, I`m copinA cool guy, but at times you catch me Tone-LocinBeen through a lotta shit, but never had a bone brokenIt`s tragic how I rap shit with my own potion>From here to Hoboken I was hoppin trains with no tokenNow I`m on stage, they say I`m show-boatinMy flow potent, cause it`s mixed in rawSpell it backwards, it`s `war`The gat spits, you backflip through the doorI kill em all, Terror Squadian styleI only get down with the crown, only partyin wildYa heard[ CHORUS ]Now everybody from B-K, throw em upNow everybody from New Jerz, throw em upNow everybody from Q-B, throw em upNow everybody from the B-X, throw em upNow everybody from Staten Island, throw em upTo all my partners from Westside, throw em upNow everybody from the East Coast, throw em upIf you Dirty like the South, throw em upYou better throw em upMy man Big Pun, hit em upMy man Joey Crack, hit em upThe whole Terror Squad hit em upThe Thoroughbreds, we hit em upProspect`99It`s almost over, babyRight

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