| on’t be scared of this
|
| (Terror Sqaud)
|
| Don’t be scared of this
|
| (That's right, that’s right)
|
| Prospecto
|
| Follow me here now
|
| Throw your hands up
|
| My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
|
| If you got love say, «;Nigga, nigga what»;
|
| (Nigga what) Like you don’t give a fuck
|
| Bitches playin niggas just to get a buck
|
| Get a buck (Yeah, we hit em up) (2x)
|
| Yo, it’s the P-r-o-s-p-e-c-t
|
| I’m a thug you can’t ph.d. |
| me
|
| Catch me in the back of the club switchin it up
|
| Type of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cup
|
| Listen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin the triz
|
| And some, they tryin to pull it off right in front of the kids
|
| Before I think about coming to cribs
|
| I be lugging my glitz so big, on the waist it be rubbing my ribs
|
| It’s very dangerous fuckin with this
|
| I been doublin chips holdin my own with the chrome double-grips
|
| Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics
|
| When I used to fight, but I ain’t been scufflin since
|
| This is as tough as it gets, never leave nothin with prints
|
| Or you get blast and you’re chopped up and stuffed in the fridge
|
| They not playin me, I perfected this game from A to Z
|
| The ones I don’t know will need ropes to hands and knees
|
| This shit’ll never stop, as long as I live, I’ma forever rock
|
| And stop niggas right where they standin when the baretta pop
|
| My moms said I better not, but knew I had to
|
| I said, «;I'm bustin mines, and ain’t nobody movin at you»;
|
| She laughed too, like I was jokin, when I’m chrome-totin
|
| I have a nigga in his home hopin I don’t blow his dome open
|
| I stay stoned, smokin while I’m on the low, I’m copin
|
| A cool guy, but at times you catch me Tone-Locin
|
| Been through a lotta shit, but never had a bone broken
|
| It’s tragic how I rap shit with my own potion
|
| >From here to Hoboken I was hoppin trains with no token
|
| Now I’m on stage, they say I’m show-boatin
|
| My flow potent, cause it’s mixed in raw
|
| Spell it backwards, it’s 'war'
|
| The gat spits, you backflip through the door
|
| I kill em all, Terror Squadian style
|
| I only get down with the crown, only partyin wild
|
| Ya heard |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song '99 Live , by - Terror Squad. Song from the album Terror Squad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп