Terror Era - Terror Squad

[Intro - guy talking]
Aiyyo Joe man whats good man
Aiyyo I hear n_ggaz poppin sh_t
They runnin off to the Jakes man
They talkin like you ain't hood n_gga
What's really gangsta n_gga
What up what's poppin man
Aiyyo f_ck these n_ggaz man
Let these n_ggaz do 88

[Fat Joe]
(yeah uh what uh yo yo)
Migga tryin to change the Ragine, I won't have that
Step in the club in Manhat at
And it feel like sat down, Jose the flow is c_caine
N_ggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the name
It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows
Sh_t nowadays got n_ggaz callin me cooked coke
I rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite flat
You can battle me up and get your money right back
Crack n_ggaz clap n_ggaz wit the fo' kid
The newspaper sh_t
Known for crackin n_ggaz jaws
And I don't go to court, I talk wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist outline your corks
About time we fought man
I'm tired of this rumor sh_t, ya whole life's a lie
Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it
You only pretend
Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims
N_gga what

[guy talking]
Yeah yeah thats whats up my n_gga
I see these n_ggaz ain't f_ckin wit you though
But what's up wit these n_ggaz though man
these n_ggaz is ridin around in f_ckin benzes and sh_t
Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts
Yea man show these n_ggaz what your 1's like man
What's up

[Fat Joe]
I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week
Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me
Sh_t never claim to be the richest but the truth is
Livest n_gga you've ever seen in show biz
And you know this, notice the dime is poppin
Hold the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin
I'm like Gunny from Dead Pres'
Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread
I'm tired of sonnin n_ggaz that don't believe us
I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers
I went from humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
F_ckin wit women that only want me for winnin
Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be sh_ttin
I'm only bonin the b_tch is if y'all could be gettin
n_gga what!!

[guy talking]
Yeah that's what's up Crack
But what's up wit that b_tch when she gonna drop yo
What's up wit Remy man
Where that b_tch at man
Yeah man
Everytime I look around man I don't see no Remy man
N_ggaz in the hood want you to call this b_tch out man
What's up man

[Remy Martin]
Yo I don't give a f_ck
I don't play that sh_t
and I feel to bust a cap on a n_gga
I run up wit a gat on a n_gga
cock back on a n_gga
Like Rem's that b_tch and Crack's that n_gga
For every word I spit I get ass cat figures
So f_ck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass n_gga
And chick is so funny cause I gets gully
Rocks throwbacks and fitteds n_gga, hoodies and skullies
Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a Jacob
And I gotta a "mac" and I don't mean make up
Sellin pies on da block like, I sell aranathum
Do you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it f_ck it it's mothin
Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle
Sh_t it's sicker than vomit, I swear to God it's disgustin
Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these b_tches can't touch it
You gotta love it I'm buggin word to my cousin Tequila
Slap the sh_t outta any b_tch interferin wit my scrilla
See a n_gga he can get it too, f_ck what your d_ck a do
Even if I stuttered I will still "shi shi sh_t on you"
My n_gga L.V.

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