| Never jump up in-a mi face, cause I gun
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| Never judge a book by di cover, dats wrong
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| Dis is fat joe alongside di banton
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| Hey (what about pun?
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| Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)
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| Terror squad leader, come down.
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| When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance
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| Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin a sentence
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| Me and tone soul still co-defendants
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| Know your legends fat joe, soul blowin up sessions
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| Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection
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| Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection
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| Cant tell me shit about murder and movin weight
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| I got niggas thats off the scale thatll bust through you and your mate
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| Its proven today, armageaddons comin sooner than late
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| We rappers that really blast, I know cuban relates
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| 50 niggas of terror, rockin 560 leathers
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| Some of us are dyin to gain, but the name lives forever
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| Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest
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| When I spark, no mans heart could withstand through the test
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| Apply the pressure like I used to do, but crack never left
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| I traded in my double breasted for a mac and a vest
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| What the fuck?
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| Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
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| Never judge a book by di cover dats wrong
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| Dis is fat joe alongside di banton
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| Hey (what about pun?)
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| Lord
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| (rudebwoy, salute with your gun)
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| Tonight is a whole lot of fun
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| Tell them, icin this
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| >from the heart of kingston to the ice of alaska
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| Buffalo soldier, hardcore rasta
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| I am di originial, fuck di impostor
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| Determined to make it with or without ya No borders, no boundaries
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| Ive got to take care of my enemies
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| Dont you oppress, eleviate stress
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| Disrespect? |
| ?? |
| wreckless
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| Artillery strapped over my chest
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| Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left
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| Skip and dive, duck like _the matrix_
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| >from the day Ive been born I have been a target
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| Get-get-get, whenever whoever
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| Disrespect buju banton — never
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| Lord
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| ?? |
| ? |
| clever
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| Wanted, make di front page of di? |
| ??
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| Terror squad crew, youre takin over
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| Over, over, over
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| Hear dis
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| Never jump up in-a mi face, cause I gun
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| Never judge a book by di cover, dats wrong
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| Dis is fat joe alongside di banton
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| Tell them
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| (what about pun?
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| Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)
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| Rudebwoy? |
| ?? |
| ? |
| pon down
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| Easy.
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| Seeeeeen?
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| Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat
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| Why she livin fat, she aint got a baby back
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| Ya heard? |
| cause where we at its either live or die
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| I seen a nigga sky high from blye, cause he thought the shit was fly
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| I let you ride if you bustin
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| I let you die if you bluffin
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| Cause to die is the whole price of nothin
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| You fuckin with all brothers and bronx bombers
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| Who want drama, word to my dead and gone mama
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| Let me find the next muthafucka
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| Disrespect fat joe, the don carta
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| And ima have to jig a nigga like shawn carter
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| Whats wrong, partner?
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| Punisher peel your banana, see you maana
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| Leave your mama covered with a white? |
| ??
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| Thats right, ima be there with my guns
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| Blowin the spot, I aint got no hair on my tongues
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| Cause where Im from we dont only talk the talk
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| We walk the walk, b-x, baby, new york, new york
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| Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
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| Never judge a book by di cover, dats wrong
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| This was fat joe and buju banton
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| Tell them
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| (what about pun?
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| Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
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| Buju banton
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| Original rasta gangsta
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| Fat joe
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| Terror squad massive
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| What, what?
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| Murderous
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| What |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rudeboy Salute , by - Terror Squad. Song from the album Terror Squad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп