| Terror Squad. |
| Ungh. |
| Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? |
| Platinum
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| Status, motherfuckers. |
| Eat a dick!
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| Now who’s the underated pro, they scared to play on the radio?
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| Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
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| Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
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| And blow for blow, I’m pretty sure that you heard the rumors
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| I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches
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| No one’s against us, roll with the riches
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| And float with the fishes
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| The revolution has started thats why I’m undercarded
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| My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed
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| As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall
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| Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue
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| Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners
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| Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us
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| They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
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| Shit, I’ll be out by the morn', word bond
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| My game is on lock, till you bawl cop
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| And its never ever gonna stop
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| Yo, yo, I play the game with caution
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| Sun changes, gave power creative activities
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| Bring fame and fortune
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| Why can’t you live this? |
| All day hands on bitches
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| With financial ventures, enhance the riches
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| Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams
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| But it seems I couldn’t graduate or go to Drake
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| It hurts at nights I gots to reimburse the vice
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| Niggas is worse than shiest for the merchandise
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| My words precise, cause if not I wouldn’t speak it
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| I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends
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| Outside, these pretty clothes I live, but with the titty-ho
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| Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole
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| We already degraded, me and my family the most hated
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| Bitch were barely both made it
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| See the thinly related, to everything in the street
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| I’m sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat
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| Chorus: Armageddon
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| We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
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| Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
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| We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
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| Terror Squad’s everywhere, it’s just us illin
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| I thought you knew you had…
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| Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
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| Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
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| We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
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| Terror Squad’s everywhere, it’s just us illin
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| (And it don’t stop!)
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| I got rubies on my Uzi’s and gems on my Mack 10's
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| Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them
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| Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets
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| Shit, I’m gonna milk this bitch till I’m filthy rich
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| Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling
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| Just flossin and chillin in a Porsche full-a-women
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| I’m one in a million, get on the deal already
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| My skills are sharper than a steel Machete
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| Realer than the military
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| Killin every track I’m on, Link and Joey Crack the Don
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| Flippin in my Cuban Caddy, wit the hazards on
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| So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas
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| Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures
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| Your style is unoffic', niggas like you stay on my wanted list
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| Pun the prince be barking on kings like a son-of-a-bitch
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| Fuckin' with this is hazardous to amateur battlers
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| Average niggas get lost in the course of embarrassment
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| Of course you don’t have a chance, I’m the boss and your eminence
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| Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche
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| I’ll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs
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| For all of you that’ll laugh at an historical aftermath
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| I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips
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| Look behind you, I’ll blind you like when the sun eclipse
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| Ain’t no second chances, I glance at niggas
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| Make 'em wet they pants
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| The chances are slim if twins don’t swing the rest of the ransom
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| The best and the champion, that means I’m far beyond
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| Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on
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| Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song
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| Live for tomorrow, cause today’s almost already gone
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| Lets get on, split your belly with the machete, long
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| Tear your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on
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| I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right
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| I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright
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| Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow
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| To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding the scroll
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| Open your skull, show you shit you ain’t supposed to know
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| Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast
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| (Just to let you know) That I’m zone coasted
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| And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion
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| Assassinate the Pope with no emotions
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| So why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasn’t votin?
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| My brain floatin away, above you niggas like I make time pause
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| Checkin my Rollie watch my diamond Roman digits
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| Golden riches, better hold em bitches
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| Cause we robbin niggas way before
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| The translation of Holy Scriptures
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| I was Armageddon before the motion picture
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| The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin
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| My Squad’s hard and far from Puritans
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| Robbin and killin men like we proud to be Americans |