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1. _ Find Out
[Armageddon] 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? [Fat Joe] I do [Armageddon] Aight then You now may spit on the bride [Fat Joe] 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 [Fat Joe] 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 [Armageddon] 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 [Fat Joe] 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 more free lyrics |
2. _ Triplets
*phone conversation* [Fat Joe] 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 [Big Punisher] 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* [Fat Joe] Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action [Big Punisher] 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 [Fat Joe] Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect [Big Punisher] 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 veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me (repeat 2X) [Fat Joe] 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 [Big Punisher] 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 [Prospect] 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 [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 a minute if you're ? *phone conversation* more free lyrics |
3. _ 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) more free lyrics |
4. _ 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!! more free lyrics |
5. _ Don Cartagena
Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X) Nobody wanna handle it [Puff] AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X) [Puff] NINE-EIGHT, IT'S THE GREAT [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X) 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! more free lyrics |
6. _ Good Times
<Layzie Bone: Intro> 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): <Krayzie Bone:> Good times, good times [we can have a good time.. we havin' a big celebration] <Layzie Bone:> We could take some stress off our chest <Fat Joe> 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): <Krayzie Bone:> Good times, good times [we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration] <Layzie Bone: Overlappin' Krayzie> We could take some stress off our chest <Krayzie Bone:> Big Celebration, we havin' a big celebration, we havin' a big celebration Celebration, [bration] celebration, 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 And if you're laid off [Good times], 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 [my good times, my good times] Chorus (2x): <Krayzie Bone:> Good times, good times [we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration] <Layzie Bone: Overlappin' Krayzie> We could take some stress off our chest <Krayzie Bone:> Big Celebration, we havin' a big celebration we havin' a big celebration Celebration, [bration] celebration we havin a big celebration, we havin a celebration <Fat Joe> 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, And good times'll come through. What? [what, what?] Chorus (Repeat till Fade): <Krayzie Bone:> Good times, good times [we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration] <Layzie Bone: Overlappin' Krayzie> We could take some stress off our chest <Krayzie Bone:> Big Celebration, we havin' a big celebration we havin' a big celebration Celebration [bration], celebration, big celebration, we havin a celebration more free lyrics |
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7. _ Courtroom (intro)
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8. _ Misery Needs Company
intro: [police sirens] [Noreaga and Fat Joe talking] [Fat Joe] 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 [Noreaga] 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 [Fat Joe] 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 [Noreaga] 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 I'mpost-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) more free lyrics |
9. _ My Prerogative
[Armageddon] 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 more free lyrics |
10. _ 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 more free lyrics |
11. _ The Hidden Hand
[Fat Joe] 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 [Cuban Link] 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 [Big Punisher] 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 [Triple Seis] 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 [Armaggedon] 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 [Prospect] 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 more free lyrics |
12. _ 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 more free lyrics |
13. _ 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 more free lyrics |
14. _ Terror Squadians
[Fat Joe] 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 [Prospect] 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!) [Cuban Link] 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 [Triple Seis] So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures [Big Punisher] 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* [Armageddon] 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 more free lyrics |
15. _ Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz)
[Fat Joe] Blam! Bang bang baby! Yeah, Terror Squad style Trizzie, check it out now [Cuban Link] 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 [shit] witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it I get you naked like I'm mystic, cause this [dick] is thick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend 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 [Fat Joe] 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 [Big Pun] 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 [Cuban Link] Yo, my [shit's] official like it in you like, Keith Murray Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me? Pass me those [ass]cheeks and I'll bring you joy like 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 [Triple Seis] Ohh 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! more free lyrics |
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