| Hit me over the head, nigga!
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| Yeah, you’re god damn right
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| We got the shit to make your dome split
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| You fucking around over here?
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| You gonna feel the terror
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| (What's your name, kid?)
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| Well, lets just say
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| It’s the A to the S — E
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| Don’t try to test me
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| And I just be
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| Brownsville to the bone like that
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| Stone avenue, where ya at?
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| Well, the INC
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| I got lord to the D
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| I got Paula to the P
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| Plus me, ey, Leschea
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| Keep the tangarae
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| And pour me a glass of that monkey made of brass
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| Fast
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| That’s how it is and how it goes
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| I don’t need silk clothes
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| To pull all the holes
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| In your head
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| Bum the gunshots and the raps
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| I bust mad caps
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| When the wack take naps
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| Perhaps
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| I need to wake 'em up
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| Then I take 'em up
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| Then I shake 'em up
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| Hey, then I break 'em up
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| Like glass
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| Im up in that ass like Charmin
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| Harmin'
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| MC’s that feel like swarmin
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| Like fleas
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| But I got these
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| Pesticide rhymes
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| You best to try crimes
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| Cuz' if you try to fuck with this
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| Then you just made an error
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| And you gonna feel the terror
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| Coming through in the black cherry automobile
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| That’s how I feel
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| Everybody claimin' real and holdin steel
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| But I be on some rollin shit, Holdin' shit
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| Down for my borough, Brooklyn base thorough
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| That’s why, I do or die
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| Like Bed-Stuy
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| Oh my, that shit that get you high
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| It’s something of a phenomenon
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| Like white lines
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| Me and Mines run thick like Heinz
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| Catch up, you can’t catch up
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| So play the rear, over there
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| It’s B-bass in your ear
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| And your eyes
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| So realize and recognize
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| A nigga dies
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| When we terrorize
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| I don’t think you really wanna play
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| Cuz' we be doin' niggas every day
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| Just like that
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| J-J-Just like that
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| J-J-Just like that
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| I cram a knife in your back
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| The INC don’t care about you and your crew
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| Or them niggas that you run with
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| Them the niggas you’ll get done with
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| Check it
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| We be comin' with that bigger and better and more shit
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| We got that raw shit
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| It’s the I
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| It’s the N
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| It’s the C
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| No mystery, You dont want none of me
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| You must not know the time
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| If you wanna try and say that
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| Whatchu' got there, INC?
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| Motherfucking right, yo play that, hate that
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| (Feels so good, that my mind won’t let go)
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| Black boy, black boy
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| Turn that shit down
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| Fuck that
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| Now feel the terror in my sound |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Terror , by - Masta Ace Incorporated. Song from the album Sittin' On Chrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп