1.Courtroom(Intro)
2.The Crack Attack
Yea, uhh
'i bet you thought i left you hangin'
Yea yea, yeah
'i bet you thought i left you hangin'
Terror squad again.. long overdue baby
'i-i-i bet you thought i left you hangin'
Don cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hop
'j-j-joe crack returns bangin'
Yea, uhh
Yo it's the don of rap, sippin cognac, hit you on the back
With the mac (clak clak) slip you into cardiac
It's the art of rap at the illest form
From a killer's point of view, who thrives off the area jealous
ones
You could tell it's on from my introduction
Hibernate the junction with killin somethin when you was barely
dumpin
You ain't even nuttin to worry about
I flurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your
house
Then i'm hurryin out in the expedition, professional hit men
The vestibule shit from the credible disses
Federals is listenin to my conversations, tapin all the songs
i'm makin
Shakin down every ounce of my congregation
John blazin, raisin the stakes, changin your fate
Tied up in my basement with a gauge in your face
Make no mistake, that's how i do my thing
Blow out a lot of brains, i'm sayin, it's not a game
'take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme i write might be about you' -- mobb deep
(repeat 4x)
Uhh, uhh, yea
Joe crack takin a l and make tone roll over in his grave, never
that
T.s. got his dreams and discourage the brave, remember that
I been bustin guns since the infamous days of leather hats
Varsity sweaters with big letters black
Pushin the illest whips down fifty-fifth
Where killers riff, without havin to split phillies and sniff
And willies who shift jobs from chili willin to leave you stiff
Fulfillin my biggest wish, in this illegal shit
Quarter maris stay slugger with karats, never offered marriage
When my corpse is carried my moms'll get all my cabbage
Terror squad is savage, draped in the finest of fabrics
Floss like it's a habit, eight shot up in my louis baggage
You knew we knew we had you, lay half your crew in gravel
Caught you slippin with your boo and started shootin at you
Out of captivity, left relativity
Now we on the big-ger beat, terror squad trilogy, what？
'take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme i write might be about you' -- mobb deep
(repeat 8x)
3.Triplets
＊phone conversation＊
Since day one, niggaz died at the don
Cause i was anon, now terror squad is a thousand beyond
Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated
Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when i'm heated
Not even god can believe it, the way we regulate
And levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight
Every day i do the same thang
It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene
Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like fujiyaki？
My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics
Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers
We're philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters
And army cutters willie niggaz that laundry dollars
I'm nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial
With a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya ＊blam＊
Hey yo i'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction
Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action
A fraction of y'all, raw like colt to the jaw
The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the
protocol
Joe the god is like the angel of death, strangle your neck
That's why don cartagena's the name your respect
I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your
threshold
Flex like you been forced, still 'bless you' like a chest cold
We destined to explode, that's why i stay on flip mode
Your dick rode me long enough dunn, now you can let go
Chorus： big punisher
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless
you just
Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because i'm dead in the middle of little italy
Uh, uh, uh, yo!
Somebody hold me back, joey crack's about to load the gat
And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac
Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar
But fast cash don't last forever
I asked the felons, if i don't stay wrapped in leathers
And hats with feathers, i got all the ostriches actin jealous
Track the trailers in chrome black cateras
Two hundred inch mickey thompson's, flown back from paris
Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings
Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings
My destiny was to shine, ？ to climb
Especially in time, with the recipe in mind
From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this
I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to
miss
And yo, i had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue
Whose on my menu？ a record deal they couldn't lend you
I had to burn my glock and earn my spot
The time flew by, had to turn my clock
And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named des'ree
She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what？
Prospect'll have to collect dough
Dialin 905 to l-a-x with somethin i was tryin to drive
A life that's trife for what i wore in the fuckin ？
A thug in pain, i swear to my little cousin's grave
Chorus 1x
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless
you just
Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because i'm dead in a minute if you're ？
＊phone conversation＊
4.Find Out
Yeah yeah
Do you don cartagena
Solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop
As your lawfully wedded wife
Through sickness and health, til death do you part？
I do
Aight then
You now may spit on the bride
I bet you thought i left you hangin, joe crack returns bangin
With somethin brand spankin, what the fuck was y'all thinkin？
Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders
Terror squad so much they be cats with dark caesars
Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and visa's
Givin nonbelievers ways to fly with jesus
Here's my thesis, enterprise break the block to pieces
Hustler and hard pool shark like jack gleason
The only reason i came back was for the platinum
With raps, ten times more deadly than saccharin
Mc's be actin, i think somebody needs to slap em
Run up on em attack em, and ask em what's his passion
My love is rockin shows at the highest extremity
This star from trinity got your mom sayin she's feelin me
Who's dealin ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, ？
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree
Chorus： fat joe, armageddon (repeat 2x)
Let me find out (find out) niggaz is noddin out
Take some time out (time out) you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is i never left you, i kept my promise (what？)
Don cartagena blessed you, now pay homage
Yo fuck movin mountains, i move planets and you be earthless
Terror squad the worst that hurt shit, split you to verses
Joey crack the world in half, punisher punish em
Til they lose the hopes and dreams they had
Then armageddon finish em
Yo i'm bout as braze as satan, no exaggeratin
My crew is radiatin, shinin while you playa-hation
Cartagena hit em like the red army invasion
Operatiion lace em show em what they facin, what？
I've been down since the days of flash
When it was fun and laughs, before hip-hop was based on cash
Let's blaze a sack and concentrate on coke inflation
You know the biggest asses in united nations
Fuck the federation, general population is hibernatin
But bear witness to information that'll rock this nation
I'm not god, but indeed, my mind's relatin
Better act now, before your life is wasted
Cause time is racin
Chorus 2x
Yeah, now do you hip-hop
Take don cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife
Joey crack, a.k.a. kaiser soze
Heads beware, there's mad fear in the air
Joey crack, a.k.a. kaiser soze
Knuckleheads beware, knuckleheads beware
Joey crack, a.k.a. kaiser soze
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
5.Don Cartagena
Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah
Nobody wanna handle it
Verse one： fat joe
Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced
Tryin to find a place to recline, shine my face
Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with pun til i'm gone
That's word is bond on my moms
That's the squad motto, got beef we call rallo
Dame un trago, he go to war wit a bottle
Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ('take that'
4x)
Right through your back tissue with any pistol i pack (c'mon)
Physical rap means we live the lyrics
Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear us
We the realest you ever gon' see
In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me
Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why i go there (yeah, yeah)
Like lettin you know where to buy the new fat joe gear (that's
right)
Five sixty (five sixty) only the squad ride with me
Unless you a bad boy, and roll with puff diddy (eheheheh)
It's my city, and everything in it
Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my benz, if you see me in it
(yeah)
We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots
That's why, i'm not a player, i just crush a lot
Chorus： puff daddy
What you thought, we ain't run the streets？
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the benz jeep
Rollin deep with the don-tana
I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana
(repeat 2x)
Verse two： fat joe
Yea, uh, yo
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's cried at wakes, these are the breaks
Kurtis blow your head off 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 the range or in the lex coupe
Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to les boo's
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, i'm a whiz (mm, mmm)
Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist
It ain't shit but 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, once terror squad attacks (yea yea
yea)
Chorus 2x
(puff daddy talkin over chorus)
Terror squad, and bad boy
Joey crack, big pun
I see you
Can't sleep, ten deep
Yea, uh-huh
Adios to manana
Terror squad, what？
Bad boy, khanmean？
Joey crack, big pun
I see you, i see you
C'mon, yea, yea, say what say what？
Say what say what？
Uh-huh
I see you.. take that..
Adios to manana!
6.My World
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, lotta money in here
Uh, terror squad
Now and forever
Top of the world, tun
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
They call me joey crack my name'll never be forgotten
Livin' in the ny city thats rotten
Niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin'
Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin'
But we not cuz we all still shinin'
You average, we floss four karat diamonds
Layin' up in the plushes suite
Wit the thuggish freaks
She love to eat plus bust the heat
We touch the streets wit the same principles
Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you
Joe crack one in a million
Get cash from drug deals
But still keep the weapons concealed
Build wit the gods
Todays madd fast cars
Who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar
My repitore is far beyond belief
Y'all ain't much to me
Honestly you can't fuck wit me
(chorus)-big pun
It's my life, my money, my world
My girls, ts electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail cuz you on our dick
But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit
We been doin' this since prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started making wack songs
Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk
Was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets
I live the plush life
Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
Bumpin' the heist in the gs wit the bug lights
Just the life that the playa portrays
Lookin' laced in my fj560's
It's many ways that we gon get it
Look how many years we don did it
Cop land and build a home in it
That's all i ever wanted dreamed of
Create a mean buzz
Slick c.r.e.a.m. and show my team love
You see us on b.e.t.
Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery
Is the same fat kid from the ave of trinity
It's been around three years since my last lp
But it gets no better than this
Consecutive hits
You on some jealous ones envy shit
Conpetitive bitch
I got my enemies mapped out
No doubt
Take the leer jet to cali theres a party up at shaq's house
You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out
The ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out
My niggas force black outs
Shoot up ya skate key
You love to hate me
Pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty
(chorus)-big pun
(ad-lib til end)
Yeah, gon ride for you
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Gon ride for you
Gon ride for you (ha, ha, ha, huh)
Yeah, we gon ride for you
We gon ride for you
Yeah, we gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you
Ha, yeah, everybody in the struggle
Hold ya head baby, uh
Yeah, charli rock ld, big surge, big frank, big o
Huh, we gon ride for you, best believe i'ma ride for you
Ha, ha, yeah i'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for
you
Terror squad, 9-8, new millenium
Joey crack, realness
1 (7x's)
Tony montana, yeah what
7.John Blaze
Verse one：nas
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, i leave no evidence -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you i used to pack a no. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The table turned now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga said in _dead presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin that
I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest
Between latin kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison
Verse two： big punisher
My crew puff lye, anyone test the pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'now you know you done fucked up right？'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm terror squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this
lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like freddie do, no kidding you
Even if i stuttered i would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as i chitter chatter you shitter shatter, i'm the kid
Out of bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on pun, cause one verse, dead em all
Chorus： scratches by dj spinbad
J-j-j-john blaze
Ja-ja-ah-john bla-blaze
J-ja-j-ja, john blaze
'johnny blaze ain't a damn thing changed!' --＞ method man
Verse three： jadakiss
Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, i mess around
And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
Take heed that, not only can i flow i can aim
Cause y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever i see y'all i'ma test ya
Only cause i know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'kiss ain't the cops, but i lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell i soak and sock niggaz up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
Fuck around with jason, that shorty from the lox, john blazin
Verse four： raekwon
My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
In the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out god, stackin up joints, rack em like footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
Here to crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a benz stall
Relentless, the anthology consolidated
With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer
sickness
Lex, imagination large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the older god
Specialist, iciclist, woolridge collar
Feelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
Broke niggaz who got heart god, sign em up
Start the wind up, we john blazin, don up in the line up
Chorus
Verse five： fat joe
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause joey crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought i was done, i recruited pun
Terror squad enterprise, undisputed dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
For fuckin with my funds on the first
And go to church like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my cuban
partners
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run many spots, now i own shops
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned？
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, i've had a hard day
Fuck around with the don and get john blazed
Chorus 2x
8.Walk On By
(kid capri)
Yes indeed, what the deal
This is the world famous kid capri
Up here wit my man joey crack
Joey crack got this new joint coming out
Yo joey, tell 'em what the name of this joint is
(fat joe)
This is for the hoes and bitches
(kid capri)
A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies
(fat joe)
Like i said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches
(kid capri)
Speak on it man
Verse 1-fat joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
For all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus
But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for sneakers
You know the type, damn dirty is right she even did it wit dice
And made a dildo of ice
A-yo it's like the hiest
Move ya phat ass to gain
And if you love me baby girl give my friends some entertainment
(yo that's
Foul joe)
Hey yo i treat 'em how they act yo
Behave like a hooker and played like a madd hoe
Rumor has it that you take it in the asshole
And wrap ya lips around my dick like a lasso
I love the way you hold that
Joe crack bozak
While niggas bone that
My stomach's where ya nose at
Just another hoe in the midst
That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris
(chorus)
All you bitches be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
Verse 2-fat joe
I once knew a girl by the name of savannah
Met her backstage at a show in atlanta
Seemed like a nice girl, class and well-mannered
When i took her to the hotel the bitch went bananas
Did my eyes decieve me
Was she suckin' three pee-pee's
Caught it all on tape so i could watch it late on t.v.
Couldn't wait to beep me
Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from the
trinity stars
Big joe'll railroad
Any frail hoe
Have a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows
Now who the hell knows
Why these girls fuck for cell phones
Turnin' tricks for material shit
Now bust it, you wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar
These chics is hott rodders
Wit grips like rottwilers
But why bother
Picture me payin' a fee
I'll just play like akinyle and fuck these hoes for free
(chorus)
Verse 3-charli baltimore
Picture b-more on the floor on all fours
Mind must've lost yours
Never been tossed
Tour thats what i do for ones
Not whore baby thats what i do for fun
Now i dread that i gave you head
All because them four double a duracells went dead
My vibrator....huh!! playa hatin' on me
Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free
Now you boomeranged....all i wanted was some ac-tion
Brought my own branton
Got my own mansion
Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas
Cuz i blew ya back out and got my own figgas
Please, you was just something to do
Had a camcorder too
How you like that boo
You madd cuz i hit that and vanished
Or cuz you on tape screamin' 'charli baltimore' in spanish
(chorus)
All you bitches be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
(ad-libs til fade)
Just walk on by
See ya later yeah
You scandulous hoe
9.Dat Gangsta Shit
Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, dat gangsta shit
What you love huh？ dat gangsta shit
What you want huh？ dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh？ dat gangsta shit
Yeah, uhh, uhh
Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends
I drop shit niggaz try to memorize in seconds
You criticize me, still visualize the lessons
And when i wish to put aside the questions
Before they find out, who's the realest
Who done spoke without one joke about the illest
Shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin
Joe the god it ain't so hard to start clappin
But i lay low, create flows, for the pesos
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows
I take foes, and break em down to minerals
We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals
Individuals, with no peace on the quest
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the east to the west
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest
Ready for the 'casian blazin gettin deep with the best
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world
Mad at me, but very few challenge me
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope
shit
Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives
Now what you love huh？ dat gangsta shit
What you want huh？ dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh？ dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
Yeah, uhh, uhh
Fuck the whole world, all i need is my dough and my girl
And even she can get it, everybody go to hell
I don't need y'all, disrespect the don and i'ma see y'all
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw
That's my steez, if i don't kill you i'ma clap you these
Ask your peeps if i ain't have the beast soundin japanese
Coughin blood, that's what you get for talkin thug
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us
They love the don, these words are more than just another song
If i said i slit your neck, your jugular's gone
Ain't nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror squad official
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you
The shit you say'll get you sprayed with the clapper
Just remember joe the god is not your ordinary rapper
Now what we love huh？ dat gangsta shit
What you want huh？ dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh？ dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
Now what you love huh？ dat gangsta shit
What you want huh？ kick dat gangsta shit
What you live huh？ dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
Yeah
Goin out to all the real niggaz
All the niggaz that support real hip-hop
All my niggaz on the corners
Dj's, no matter where the fuck you from
It's where's your gat, hahaha
Primo whattup nigga？ yeah
Don cartagena
Terror squadian, rock the party and, what？
Beotch!!
10.Bet Ya Man Can't(Triz)
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, terror squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
Yo, i'm rated x in sex, i flex like lex lugor
So who's next to get scooped up by this roughneck from cuba？
We do maneuvers like super dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin 'mami's out' like sugar ray
Cause cuban link don't play miss, i flip and do some strange
Witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it
Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie
Let this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighs
I satisfy like a snickers bar cause i'm the bigger bar
That'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will strip a car
My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women
Hittin more skins than alec baldwin
You're fallin in love and you can't get up
Now check the cut, i stripped ya, now you can't strut, word up
Chorus： big pun
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that？)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that？)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Chorus
Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin in the palladium, all eyes on my presence
Poppin the crist', sportin the chick straight out of essence
Word up, patch thug, three quarter front polo jiggy
Be like 'who is he, lookin like a grizzly？'
While your girl watch me, you're busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh
I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams
Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams
It might seem, like i'm conceited with the cream talk
But i got the kind of green that could bribe a supreme court
And when we talk, the whole world listen
Turn your back to t.s. for one second and find your girl missin
Baby make me holla, take it off, i give you dolla
We can party til manana ain't nobody gotta know nada
Word to allah, give me some mississippi massana
I'll be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabra
Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo-yaa! rub it up and down like my oo-wops
Suscia!, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnads
Chorus
Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
I'm very nasty like nas, did you ask me？
blackstreet
In the backseat of my jeep, we can chill
Or creep like tlc but don't sleep, i keep it real
What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami？
Come and try me, i'll sign my name all over your punani
Come on mami, you comin home with me
All night in my tub drinkin hennessey
Gettin lyed up with your thighs up, i'ma surprise her
When i rise up, inside her
Yippie kay yay, i'ma ride her, and guide her
Straight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the crib
Pun in here and cuban and seis, you know what time it is
Soon as we walk in the crib, let's get biz
Triz triz triz triz triz triz triz triz (oahkayyy!)
Chorus： big pun
Since ya man can't do it like link (like link？)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like seis (like seis？)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Bet ya man can't do it like crack (like crack？)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like pun (like pun？)
I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)
Bet ya man can't do it like link (like link？)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like seis (like seis？)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Bet ya man can't do it like crack (like crack？)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like pun (like pun？)
I make you scream papa -- adios mama!
11.Misery Needs Company
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
Three's for all the m-3's
Racin across the tapenze
？matchin c's？ followed by the white lincoln
Drivin like i ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let the lah sink in
On the way to home base,
First clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place
We rush shit, untouchable don shit, that's nothin new
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
That had a bad case of joe, some even had to go
Gangsta walk and nines, at times i be the last to know
We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke
My a done make the worst things out the cast of different
strokes
I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right？
And who's to say that i'm to blame(blame)
We only pawns in this game(game)
Decision： grow cocaine
I don't want no cure for this, you switch, i pour the cris
And just, stay rich, and reminisce, while i count my chips
Chorus
Yo you scared to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
Throw the range off, police-iano
Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer
now
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us
I ？ton and tender？ wit millionaires, gave a million stares
Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked
For what seemed like a million years, yea
This illegal life i can't avoid, i take the feds everywhere i go
That's why i'm paranoid, but still i choose to ignore the fact
I got the flawless acs wit gats to get that enormous stack
Joey crack, the mack without the hat
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my cadillac
I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost
T.s.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss
Break your balls like bahondo, call me don joe
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough
Booked the nine o'clock, flight to alando
So-called killers turned snitches like rivono
That nigga gauno up in m-c, is bein friendly
Everytime i see his wife and kids the shit tempts me
My heart is empty, never feelin remorse
I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss
Chorus
Yo, yo jose luis, smoke lah like the reverand
Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven
Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too
Mad fly too, a thug too
Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos
Keep the shit tight just like, jose canseco's
Batting stance, a majorly we glance,
And gotta yell 'what, what!'
Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo
I told niggas, that you did it for show,
But niggas thought you was ill yo
Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood i'm really afraid so
Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough
Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's
My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes, de's light it up though
We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
Me and fat joe still provoking it
Chorus
(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out
Polic-iano's, pabolos
Amigos...fat joe, fat joe, fat joe, yea yea)
12.The Hidden Hand
Yea, time to educate the youth (speak on it god)
Cause if we won't, then who will？ (true)
Terror squad style, yo
(speak on it god)
Yo, i was a wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essence
Messin around with the wrong crowd, i learned my lesson
Stressin all the things that i have not
I pray to god i get my uncle out the crack spot
I hear mad shots, homicide come and play matlock
But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me fam？ the devil's got a plan
That's why farrakhan formed a million man up in washington
The hidden hand even planned this man
Have me goin hand to hand, killin my own clan
But now i understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin about the struggle, i teach you how to get richer
Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin
capsules
Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down
wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the bill of rights is
counterfeit
Now it's been written that all men are equal, but then it's
legal
When they beat us and treat us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my glock melts
Cause god dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell this land
So the palest man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government, cause uncle sam is
smugglin
Drugs for us to hustle all the stuff for him
Even mcgruff is in it, gettin a percentage
Takin advantage, punishin just blacks and hispanics
My heart is cold as ice, so i know i'm sheist, big pun was the
kid
That no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dice
Payin a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for riker's not knowin my existance was priceless
It's like this, my soul was lifeless, i earned stripes
Fightin the nicest in the crisis i slice em in half and make em
dash
Like hyphens, invitin any rapper to clash with the titan
The writing's like fighting cause rappers be biting like tyson
I'm hypein the crowd, keepin em loud like my label
I'm proud i'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin tears to insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic, cause i love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it seis, i don't want it
I'm a dominican, stranded in new york like filligan
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin for guns
Turnin they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs
They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin heat
Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin 'probable cause' to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin for you boys in blue
The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed
to do？
I never let the faggot pull the trig first
It won't be no american flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks
So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks
This dude, he had the darkest pads
Who dressed up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin trash
How he stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to corner four police informants
Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow
performance
He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his face
Force calm the ？sere？ plus a pack of the ？dunga dun？ laced with
toothpaste
Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get trampled
By people that act more like animals than mammals high off
enamel
That's what his poppa said whose locked for droppin akmed
In the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he became a braindead cocaine head
Older mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ？bagualitos？
But hey little kids, don't follow these dopes
What？ uh-huh, yea i can dig that
They call me prospect, i just came back from ？
Had this track on pause, now i'm back on course
It's lost on the ave, tryin to take my life from the past
Get this legal cash, ？ without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to negativity
Only if he had one love, trust for liberty
This world would be a better place, get what it takes
In a race to racism replace the snake in em
Bad ones, want to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, like puffy won't stop
I'm mature now, with one knot, from tryin to get locked
And to the shorties on the block, tryin to twist 40 tops
Get your act together, do some carpentry with a black n decker
And stop speedin like a kawasaki
From my life, to your life, i'm touchin everybody twinz watch me
Everything we speak is the truth
From prospect to munroe, here in a hot second
The whole world run know, everything we speak is the truth
Terror squad
13.My Prerogative
Yo, yea yea
T.s., t.s.
Armageddon, terror squad
It's my world (uhh)
It's my world (uhh)
What？
Check this out, yo
It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
To push things and chase girls who dress provacative
Terror squad lock ice ？ than yugoslavians
Run up in your building bust locks, and pull the lobby in
Find me in the titty bars, pollyin with mafians
Got drunk and did somethin, now i'm hardly in the party and
Check the book in my cardigan, it's sort of like my guardian
Bless you with a halo and wings, on your back origin
Armageddon bring the gates of heaven and bring the horror in
Burnin last testaments, sinnin where all the garbage went
Dominant, pull out the nine and spit, murder anonymous
The finest bitch couldn't make me make monogamous promises
First ？ bitch, movin guns out of providence
Stackin paper like novelists, complicated like calculus
Raps are marvelous, it's like i been here before
Niggaz is actin up, but we ain't gettin frisked at the door, uhh
Chorus： repeat 2x
It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
To push things and chase girls who dress provacative
Terror squad, bottom line is we be rockin it
The first stages of armageddon and ain't no stoppin this
My beats, my rhymes, join forces and form the hammer lock
Trample box from babylon to camelot i turn sand to rock
Slim's my man to heart, though he like to keep me amped a lot
Your girl's ample hot, man i love the way she handle cock
Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that you're vandal all you seen is roman candles pop
Turn the hands on clocks and blow you back to your essence
Then i'll go back in time and stomp your ass back to the present
Packin the wesson, actin unpleasant, terror squad shot on your
presence
We handle our blessings, just lay us where the baddest is
resting
Took this rap game, molded and mastered it
Blast my shit, this song shames, any records played after it
Bag the fattest whips with passengers that'll flip
And piss on your body after blowin your lungs out the back of it
Activists with guns, bring forth my arrival
Armageddon's now, forget about the words in the bible
Chorus 2x
14.Good Times
Yea, what's happenin'？ bone thugs~n~harmony
Fat joe, terror squad, mo' thugs,
The good times nigga, we on top of the world
Chorus (2x)：
Good times, good times [we can have a good time..
We havin' a big celebration]
We could take some stress off our chest
Yo, check my philosophy - happiness ain't all about monopoly
I put aside the guns ＆ robberies, see good guys copyin' me
The good times is here, rainy days is clear
You wanna go where everybody knows your name like 'cheers'
Where problems is all the same and we got stories to share
Where you don't have to look for joy in a bottle of beer
See what i'm sayin？ stop feelin' sorry for yourself
Besides, those shots of jack heed's bad for your health
Understand tough people last, tough times don't
Some get up off they ass, and nigga, some just won't
Take the bad with the good, cuz the good ain't far
This is the stuff dreams are made of - shoot for the stars
The good times
Chorus (2x)：
Good times, good times
We could take some stress off our chest
Big celebration, we havin' a big celebration,
We havin' a big celebration
Hey we havin' a celebration
Havin' a wonderful day
Rememberin' the good times,
And the niggas who ain't here for the celebration
We roll up a blunt, and pour out the liquor
Whateva you want, we got it,
It's probably in there, plenty reefer,
Smoke is blowin' in the wind yeah
Just inhale, exhale...
Feel it whateva your problem is, it won't be one no more
Sit down and take a load off
You deserve it, fuck what you heard, fuck the world
And let the buddah soothe ya, ooh ya
Better not let the quicker system 'boo' ya
Krayzie makes the world. i thenk god for my good times
Chorus (2x)：
Good times, good times
We could take some stress off our chest
Big celebration, we havin' a big celebration
We havin' a big celebration
We havin a big celebration, we havin a celebration
Yeah, uh, now i'm 25, and it's a brand new scene
I'm makin' rap pits straight flossin' on the tv screen
Know wha' i mean, life's sweet to me
In times we used to front, now speak to me
I'm feelin' all right, keepin' them girls happy all night
Baby hold tight, when joey takes you for a long ride
What was once a dream is now reality
And i'm glad i never listened to haters thet said it'd never be
Remember me？ the fat kid from trinity
Who was once a public enemy is now a loved celebrity
If joe could do it, it could happen to you
Set goals, and keep your weight up,
Chorus (repeat till fade)：
Good times, good times
We could take some stress off our chest
Big celebration, we havin' a big celebration
We havin' a big celebration
Big celebration, we havin a celebration
15.Terror Squadians
Terror squad. ungh. now why you wanna go and fuck with them？
platinum
Status, motherfuckers. eat a dick!
Now who's the underated pro, they scared to play on the radio？
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, i'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors
I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches
No one's against us, roll with the riches
And float with the fishes
The revolution has started thats why i'm undercarded
My squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed
As hard as they come, they all fall like the great wall
Make no mistake, i take you straight to the state morgue
Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners
Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am i the
don？
Shit, i'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till you bawl cop
And its never ever gonna stop
Yo, yo, i play the game with caution
Sun changes, gave power creative activities
Bring fame and fortune
Why can't you live this？ all day hands on bitches
With financial ventures, enhance the riches
Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams
But it seems i couldn't graduate or go to drake
It hurts at nights i gots to reimburse the vice
Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise
My words precise, cause if not i wouldn't speak it
I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends
Outside, these pretty clothes i live, but with the titty-ho
Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole
We already degraded, me and my family the most hated
Bitch were barely both made it
See the thinly related, to everything in the street
I'm sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat
Chorus： triple seis
We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
I thought you knew you had...
Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
(and it don't stop!)
I got rubies on my uzi's and gems on my mack 10's
Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them
Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets
Shit, i'm gonna milk this bitch till i'm filthy rich
Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling
Just flossin and chillin in a porsche full-a-women
I'm one in a million, get on the deal already
My skills are sharper than a steel maschetti
Realer than the military
Killin every track i'm on, link and joey crack the don
Flippin in my cuban caddy, wit the hazards on
So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas
Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures
Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on my wanted list
Pun and prince, we're walkin on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch
Fuckin with this is hazardous to amateur battlers
Average niggas get lost in the course of embarassment
Of course you dont have a chance, i'm the boss in your emminence
Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche
I'll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs
For all of you that'll laugh at a historical aftermath!
I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips
Look behind you, i'll blind you like when the sun eclipse
Ain't no second chances, i glance at niggas
Make em wet they pants
The chances are slim if twinz done swing the rest of the ransome
The best and the champion, that means i'm far beyond
Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on
Come along, follow the don, my motto and song
Live for tomorrow, cause today's almost already gone
Lets get on, split your belly with the maschetti, long
Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on
I know it's wrong, but it feels so right
I used to bust steel all night, but now i gotta deal, alright
Chorus ＊2x＊
Fuck a toe to toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow
To make it more dramatic, i quote jehovah holding the scroll
Open your skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know
Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast
(just to let you know) that i'm zone coasted
And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in
slow-motion
Assassinate the pope with no emotions
So why should i hesitate to crush a campaign like i wasn't
votin？
My brain floatin away, above you niggas like i make time pause
Checkin my rollie watch my diamond roman digits
Golden riches, better hold em bitches
Cause we robbin niggas way before
The translation of holy scriptures
I was armageddon before the motion picture
The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin
My squad's hard and far from puritans
Robbin and killin men like we proud to be americans
Chorus
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