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Don't be scared of this |
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(terror sqaud) |
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Don't be scared of this |
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(that's right, that's right) |
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Prospecto |
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Follow me here now |
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[ chorus ] |
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Throw your hands up |
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My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up |
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If you got love say, 'nigga, nigga what' |
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(nigga what) like you don't give a fuck |
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Bitches playin niggas just to get a buck |
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Get a buck (yeah, we hit em up) (2x) |
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[ verse 1: prospect ] |
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Yo, it's the p-r-o-s-p-e-c-t |
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I'm a thug you can't ph.d. me |
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Catch me in the back of the club switchin it up |
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Type of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cup |
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Listen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin the triz |
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And some, they tryin to pull it off right in front of the kids |
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Before i think about coming to cribs |
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I be lugging my glitz so big, on the waist it be rubbing my ribs |
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It's very dangerous fuckin with this |
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I been doublin chips holdin my own with the chrome double-grips |
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Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics |
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When i used to fight, but i ain't been scufflin since |
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This is as tough as it gets, never leave nothin with prints |
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Or you get blast and you're chopped up and stuffed in the fridge |
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They not playin me, i perfected this game from a to z |
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The ones i don't know will need ropes to hands and knees |
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[ chorus ] |
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[ verse 2: prospect ] |
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This shit'll never stop, as long as i live, i'ma forever rock |
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And stop niggas right where they standin when the baretta pop |
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My moms said i better not, but knew i had to |
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I said, 'i'm bustin mines, and ain't nobody movin at you' |
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She laughed too, like i was jokin, when i'm chrome-totin |
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I have a nigga in his home hopin i don't blow his dome open |
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I stay stoned, smokin while i'm on the low, i'm copin |
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A cool guy, but at times you catch me tone-locin |
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Been through a lotta shit, but never had a bone broken |
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It's tragic how i rap shit with my own potion |
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>from here to hoboken i was hoppin trains with no token |
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Now i'm on stage, they say i'm show-boatin |
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My flow potent, cause it's mixed in raw |
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Spell it backwards, it's 'war' |
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The gat spits, you backflip through the door |
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I kill em all, terror squadian style |
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I only get down with the crown, only partyin wild |
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Ya heard |
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[ chorus ] |
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Now everybody from b-k, throw em up |
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Now everybody from new jerz, throw em up |
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Now everybody from q-b, throw em up |
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Now everybody from the b-x, throw em up |
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Now everybody from staten island, throw em up |
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To all my partners from westside, throw em up |
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Now everybody from the east coast, throw em up |
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If you dirty like the south, throw em up |
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You better throw em up |
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My man big pun, hit em up |
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My man joey crack, hit em up |
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The whole terror squad hit em up |
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The thoroughbreds, we hit em up |
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Prospect |
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'99 |
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It's almost over, baby |
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Right |
