this You love the way we rip a track We take a little love, then give it back We terror squad, terror squad [ verse 2: prospect ] I master this, when
this You love the way we rip a track We take a little love, then give it back We Terror Squad, Terror Squad [ VERSE 2: Prospect ] I master this, when
Превод: Террор Скуад. Феелин 'Ово.
Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this is life Got the Phantom
feel my heartbeat We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the leaf It's hard to creep since I found Joe Every pretty round brown hoe wanna go down low But this
' Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad
Yeah This is classic shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready You know I had to bring 'em back Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh
want you to call this bitch out man What's up man [Remy Martin] Yo I don't give a fuck I don't play that shit and I feel to bust a cap on a nigga I run
hole in your rock (Terror Squad) Somebody call the cops For us to stop'll take all of they got Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block (Terror Squad
Joey head crack, keep you dancin', shit be hectic Start the party in the limo, bacardi con limon That's what's on, girl, shake your body, c'mon Forget your friends, you can trust this
that knawmean? I rep N.Y. The Boogie Down, baby, L.V., R.C., Rezz Crew MC, Terror Squad, baby, this is how we do 1 9 9 9, baby, Triple Seis backwards, feel
Tony Man Tana Y'all clowns don't wanna fuck around pana Puffin pounds of marijuana wit my entourage Camouflage in the silent fog getting charged so we'll party dark Terror Squad
drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad
threat, beware of the rest Terror Squad's everywhere like weed smoke If my pump shotie was sweet chokes I'd twist the whole place with three strokes Dump this
(Fat Joe) Yeah, Yeah (Mmm) This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm) Italiano (what) Ya know da deli Aha, Aha Dirtman Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey
with you The whole terror squad I'm here with y'all niggas man His wife, his kids, I'm here with yall, yo I feel the same way y'all feel But I'm here
