Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Terror Squadians, artist - Terror Squad. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Terror Squadians |
| Terror Squad. |
| Ungh. |
| Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? |
| Platinum |
| Status, motherfuckers. |
| Eat a dick! |
| Now who’s the underated pro, they scared to play on the radio? |
| Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know |
| Flow for flow, no crew can step to us |
| And blow for blow, I’m pretty sure that you heard the rumors |
| I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches |
| No one’s against us, roll with the riches |
| And float with the fishes |
| The revolution has started thats why I’m undercarded |
| My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed |
| As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall |
| Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue |
| Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners |
| Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us |
| They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don? |
| Shit, I’ll be out by the morn', word bond |
| My game is on lock, till you bawl cop |
| And its never ever gonna stop |
| Yo, yo, I play the game with caution |
| Sun changes, gave power creative activities |
| Bring fame and fortune |
| Why can’t you live this? |
| All day hands on bitches |
| With financial ventures, enhance the riches |
| Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams |
| But it seems I couldn’t graduate or go to Drake |
| It hurts at nights I gots to reimburse the vice |
| Niggas is worse than shiest for the merchandise |
| My words precise, cause if not I wouldn’t speak it |
| I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends |
| Outside, these pretty clothes I live, but with the titty-ho |
| Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole |
| We already degraded, me and my family the most hated |
| Bitch were barely both made it |
| See the thinly related, to everything in the street |
| I’m sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat |
| Chorus: Armageddon |
| We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin |
| Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin |
| We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
| Terror Squad’s everywhere, it’s just us illin |
| I thought you knew you had… |
| Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin |
| Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin |
| We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings |
| Terror Squad’s everywhere, it’s just us illin |
| (And it don’t stop!) |
| I got rubies on my Uzi’s and gems on my Mack 10's |
| Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them |
| Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets |
| Shit, I’m gonna milk this bitch till I’m filthy rich |
| Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling |
| Just flossin and chillin in a Porsche full-a-women |
| I’m one in a million, get on the deal already |
| My skills are sharper than a steel Machete |
| Realer than the military |
| Killin every track I’m on, Link and Joey Crack the Don |
| Flippin in my Cuban Caddy, wit the hazards on |
| So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas |
| Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures |
| Your style is unoffic', niggas like you stay on my wanted list |
| Pun the prince be barking on kings like a son-of-a-bitch |
| Fuckin' with this is hazardous to amateur battlers |
| Average niggas get lost in the course of embarrassment |
| Of course you don’t have a chance, I’m the boss and your eminence |
| Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche |
| I’ll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs |
| For all of you that’ll laugh at an historical aftermath |
| I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips |
| Look behind you, I’ll blind you like when the sun eclipse |
| Ain’t no second chances, I glance at niggas |
| Make 'em wet they pants |
| The chances are slim if twins don’t swing the rest of the ransom |
| The best and the champion, that means I’m far beyond |
| Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on |
| Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song |
| Live for tomorrow, cause today’s almost already gone |
| Lets get on, split your belly with the machete, long |
| Tear your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on |
| I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right |
| I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright |
| Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow |
| To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding the scroll |
| Open your skull, show you shit you ain’t supposed to know |
| Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast |
| (Just to let you know) That I’m zone coasted |
| And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion |
| Assassinate the Pope with no emotions |
| So why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasn’t votin? |
| My brain floatin away, above you niggas like I make time pause |
| Checkin my Rollie watch my diamond Roman digits |
| Golden riches, better hold em bitches |
| Cause we robbin niggas way before |
| The translation of Holy Scriptures |
| I was Armageddon before the motion picture |
| The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin |
| My Squad’s hard and far from Puritans |
| Robbin and killin men like we proud to be Americans |