| Don’t even move a muscle
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| Clap at ya feet, blast your boot buckle
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| Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle
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| Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death
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| Piece the bits together till you come up with at least a brick
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| Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back
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| Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that?
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| I suggest that we bubble it all
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| Cop a bundle of raw, start small, see if we can double the score
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| I stumble across my share of obtsacles
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| Staring death dead in the optical
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| Cuz I wasn’t scared of the impossible
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| Ask the rasta dudes if our ganja ain’t the tightest
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| Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain’t the whitest
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| And none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus
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| If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence
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| That’s the science, my alliance is Terror Squad
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| If there’s a god, show me sign so I can share my scars
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| We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype
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| Better get it right or get deaded on sight
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| So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice
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| Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night
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| We in for life, under the lights but I’m outta sight
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| When I write sometimes I wonder if it’s outta spite
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| I like livin on the edge, sippin strippers at the wedge
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| Sharin spritsers, gettin head, it’s the life we live
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| Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes
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| For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist
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| Slugs put you in a coffin for life
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| It’s bug how they put you on ice
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| For the love, the money ain’t right
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| Haters’ll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night
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| Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit
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| Got hit, cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch
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| Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix
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| It seems foul,? |
| niggas while the cream pile
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| Didn’t give a fuck, talkin tough «Look at me now»
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| Shockin the world, should’ve been on top of your girl
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| She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world
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| For petty dough, niggas on the streets already know
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| You about to go, movin on your block just to stop the flow
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| We about to blow, step up in rank
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| Step off the bank, niggas done fucked up to think
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| Aiyyo I hold the pain, like my body was numb wit novacaine
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| No one can fold the name, Terror Squad a soldier game
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| Already know the game, Prospect the quote of fame
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| Touch up a older dame, and confirm the motor train
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| My vocals’ll slow your brain
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| I’m comin at you like a boa-crane
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| Even through the cold and rain, I penetrate through all weather
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| Eliminate who you call better
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| It’s all «shut up shut up», I’ll leave your car wet up
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| Set it off, we all together, gettin cheddar livin better
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| Sippin amarettos, whippin the Vette instead of a Jetta
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| Dead up, never let up bet up, we settle vendettas
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| Ghetto dwellers, y’all better duck when I let off the beretta
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| Hit em up, yet I’m the terror that America wants dead
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| A blunt head turnin punks red when I pump lead
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| I stomp a hole through your chest
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| Grab your soul, mold ya flesh
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| Hold ya breath cuz your next stop is death
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| Yeah yeah, we in for mothafuckin like, ya heard me?
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| See you niggas creepin over there
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| Thinkin y’all niggas could cut corners, get around
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| Nigga this is the mothafuckin T-Squaders
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| We will BUY YOU mothafuckas, simple as that
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| So-called mothafuckin rap killas, rap pimps
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| Niggas is BITCHES to me, simple as that
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| Mothafuckin Terror Squad
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| Since the mothafuckin early 80's until
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| WHAT! |
| You better ask somebody
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| This the real shit here, NO ONE REALER! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In for Life , by - Terror Squad. Song from the album Terror Squad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп