Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song '99 Live, artist - Terror Squad. Album song Terror Squad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.09.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Atlantic
Song language: English
'99 Live |
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 |