Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Triple Threat, artist - Cuban Link. Date of issue: 17.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Triple Threat |
| What, fuck ya want from me, |
| See I love my thugs but Im a terrorist nigga and imma terrorize ya ass |
| Till gone for miles pana |
| What, bitch ass nigga! |
| (verse 1 armageddon) |
| I jeopardize this rap shit and blast ya ass to prove a point |
| I got thug nigguz who dont even rap callin to do joints |
| Frontin off the strength and you the weak link in the click |
| Its obvious you pussy I could see the pink in the clit |
| I seen the chip and the clip of my daily desert eagle |
| Fourty four metal with heatll |
| Open ya belly like its legal |
| Push you back a few feet send you sailin like a seagull |
| When we clash in the street |
| Why was you bailin if you evil (you aint evil) |
| Talkin bout somebody tryin to playa hate you |
| Actually I like you but fuck wit my squad the german a.k.ll hit you |
| Ever seen what them things could do could- |
| Down to ya tims, Im like the limit on ya life |
| The demon on ya light |
| That figure in the dark that takes ya heart in the mid of night |
| This aint a joke cause aint nuttin comical how my laser scope |
| Aim at ya dome could erase the features off ya facial bones |
| Im like a triple threat |
| Double dare you to try to rip my neck |
| The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck |
| I know you aint forget the way these squad niggaz rep |
| Comin at me from the sideline like you intend to step (x2) |
| (verse 2 big pun) |
| Fuck the battlin its world war four I mean the red form |
| No need to crowd the name is aroused up in the dead zone |
| New world order I only flow wit the real horror |
| Chrome c4 to ya door and pearl harbor |
| We can bring it back |
| Gats on the holsters of mini macs |
| Gats on the holsters strapped to the shoulders of maniacs |
| Where we at the projects |
| Why dont you get the closet |
| Aaaahhhhhh! |
| shit killa clacks |
| Couldve brought back ya prostate |
| Buyacka got bullets big enough to move ya car |
| Land cruisers 18 wheelers we do it tied |
| Just let it happen I prefer violence instead of rappin |
| Fuckin wit this latin assassin better get ya head examined |
| My shit be slammin like onyx and wrestle mania |
| You really want it you philly blounted in pennsylvania |
| Im aimin the mac right at ya hat better watch ya back black |
| I aint sayin you wack but yous a copy cat |
| (verse 3 cuban link**) |
| Yo now who the fuck wanna battle this |
| You garbage pail rappers would get ya cabbage split |
| Got a habit of brandin ammitur nigguz like cattle hips |
| So watch ya lips |
| Cause what you fuckin is hazardous |
| Shut up and catch a clip I roll wit more dogz than st. |
| lazorous |
| What happened is ya raps aint accurate you claim you packin it But when the action hits you rather switch into a faggot bitch |
| Im hardcore its not my fault ya softer than cardboard |
| Ya started to battle so imma turn into the God four |
| Switch to southpaw like de la hoya golden boy |
| I put it on you polaroid finish left you as red as sonya |
| I been a soulja all my life fought for stripes all most saw the light |
| Talk to christ he told me that my songs so nice |
| And for the right price I might just body you |
| Chop ya ass into particles and read about you in newspaper articles |
| Im sick and tired talkin shit got beef wit me then so be it |
| Ill rush you like the soviet union and leave you soakin wet |