Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Terror, artist - Masta Ace Incorporated. Album song Sittin' On Chrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Terror |
Hit me over the head, nigga! |
Yeah, you’re god damn right |
We got the shit to make your dome split |
You fucking around over here? |
You gonna feel the terror |
(What's your name, kid?) |
Well, lets just say |
It’s the A to the S — E |
Don’t try to test me |
And I just be |
Brownsville to the bone like that |
Stone avenue, where ya at? |
Well, the INC |
I got lord to the D |
I got Paula to the P |
Plus me, ey, Leschea |
Keep the tangarae |
And pour me a glass of that monkey made of brass |
Fast |
That’s how it is and how it goes |
I don’t need silk clothes |
To pull all the holes |
In your head |
Bum the gunshots and the raps |
I bust mad caps |
When the wack take naps |
Perhaps |
I need to wake 'em up |
Then I take 'em up |
Then I shake 'em up |
Hey, then I break 'em up |
Like glass |
Im up in that ass like Charmin |
Harmin' |
MC’s that feel like swarmin |
Like fleas |
But I got these |
Pesticide rhymes |
You best to try crimes |
Cuz' if you try to fuck with this |
Then you just made an error |
And you gonna feel the terror |
Coming through in the black cherry automobile |
That’s how I feel |
Everybody claimin' real and holdin steel |
But I be on some rollin shit, Holdin' shit |
Down for my borough, Brooklyn base thorough |
That’s why, I do or die |
Like Bed-Stuy |
Oh my, that shit that get you high |
It’s something of a phenomenon |
Like white lines |
Me and Mines run thick like Heinz |
Catch up, you can’t catch up |
So play the rear, over there |
It’s B-bass in your ear |
And your eyes |
So realize and recognize |
A nigga dies |
When we terrorize |
I don’t think you really wanna play |
Cuz' we be doin' niggas every day |
Just like that |
J-J-Just like that |
J-J-Just like that |
I cram a knife in your back |
The INC don’t care about you and your crew |
Or them niggas that you run with |
Them the niggas you’ll get done with |
Check it |
We be comin' with that bigger and better and more shit |
We got that raw shit |
It’s the I |
It’s the N |
It’s the C |
No mystery, You dont want none of me |
You must not know the time |
If you wanna try and say that |
Whatchu' got there, INC? |
Motherfucking right, yo play that, hate that |
(Feels so good, that my mind won’t let go) |
Black boy, black boy |
Turn that shit down |
Fuck that |
Now feel the terror in my sound |