Текст песни Terror Squad - Pass the Glock
Terror Squad - Pass the Glock слова песни
[Prospect]Pass the glock word upPass the glock (T-Squaders) uh ha, (T-Squaders)[Armageaddon]*whispering in background*You can`t stop T-SquadYou can`t stop T-SquadCan`t stop it, can`t stop itChorus [Armageaddon] 2xSomebody call the copsFor us to stop`ll take all of they gotUptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block (Terror Squad!)Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hotMy team is known for smokin the glockTo the hole in your rock (Terror Squad!)[Triple Seis]I murder men wit the poisonous flow, my penHurt em for they dough and they GM`s wit Mac 10No relaxin, straight action when it`s onCall up Pun and The Don, come up heavily armedNiggas better be calm or I`ma set the alarmAnd a hundred strong`ll form in shape of a bombMy squads`ll forever bomb wit a war like LebanonAnd we hardcore till we dead and gone so go ahead and mourn[Cuban Link]Aiyyo Seis I`m pacin back and forth Wit thoughts of bein trapped up northBut after I come off wit it y`all can push em out the doorSo cock the four pound (four pound)Lock the fort down (fort down)>From New York to Georgetown (Georgetown)Knockin off clowns that ?clap em off rounds?It`s war now so toss the nine ? cuz I`ma floss and shineYou lost your mind if you thought your rhymes was comin close to mineEyes that drop signs like EinsteinApplyin the iron to your spine And find you dyin on primetimeChorus 2x[Prospect]Aiyyo we break barriers, we recipe holders and cake carriersThat dominate the devil tryin to make the fake marry usHilarious how we mute crews, and nigga this is true newsDudes`ll blow you outta ya two shoesWho chose to front it, they don`t really want itYo I stay Philly blunted, Prospect wit the nine milly gun itI leave you dented by the way glock popTake a hot shot, push ya knot back like a drop top[Armageaddon]Freeze like coke in the drop or ya float when I`m totin the glockI`m blast any feelings you catch from this to emotional stop Host it on top, label the worst to the topicWorshippin violence, push you backLike a cursor does the words by the silenceHUSH, slow up before you blow ya clutchHold my forty-four wit lust, an then I`ll take your soul like a holy touchThe tat on my arm`s like the rhymes I writeCuz Armageaddon rivals lifeGive my hype I might bust it tonightChorus 2x[Big Punisher]My shit bang like a clock I pull your chain till it popPut one in your brain for fuckin wit the creme of the cropSayin I`m hot, while you playin I`m blazin the spotMakin you bop, makin my way to the topBreakin the lock, takin a shot at the titleReady to rock at my rivals Like Pac everything I drop is the BibleCop it on vinyl, there`s just a little cursingIf you want ya head to burstPlay it in reverse, you`ll hear the devil`s version[Fat Joe]Hear the metal`s burstin, there`s a terror lurkinIt`s a certain, whoever searchin to find God when my clips insertedWords are blurted when we bust guns, you heard itLeft ya *gun shot* murderedI know ya *scream* was stunned by the verdictI`m a free man, kill your free lance for only three grandMakin an examp for my other workers and cut off each handYou greedy mothafuckas I`ll see you in hellJealous niggas wanna see me in jail fiendin to tellChorus 2x