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