Terror Era - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Terror Era - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Terror Squad |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Artist | Remy |
| Album | True Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cartagena, Coppin, Smith | |
| Aiyyo Joe man whats good man | |
| Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shit | |
| They runnin off to the | |
| Jakes man | |
| They talkin like you ain't hood nigga | |
| What's really gangsta nigga | |
| What up what's poppin man | |
| Aiyyo fuck these niggaz man | |
| Let these niggaz do 88 [Fat Joe] (yeah uh what uh yo yo) | |
| Migga tryin to change the | |
| Ragine, I won't have that | |
| Step in the club in | |
| Manhat at | |
| And it feel like sat down, | |
| Jose the flow is cocaine | |
| Niggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the name | |
| It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows | |
| Shit nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked coke | |
| I rise to the to the top and | |
| I lay it down quite flat | |
| You can battle me up and get your money right back | |
| Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid | |
| The newspaper shit | |
| Known for crackin niggaz jaws | |
| And I don't go to court, | |
| I talk wit the hawk | |
| Have a forensics specialist outline your corks | |
| About time we fought man | |
| I'm tired of this rumor shit, ya whole life's a lie | |
| Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it | |
| You only pretend | |
| Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims | |
| Nigga what [guy talking] | |
| Yeah yeah thats whats up my nigga | |
| I see these niggaz ain't fuckin wit you though | |
| But what's up wit these niggaz though man these niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit | |
| Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts | |
| Yea man show these niggaz what your 1's like man | |
| What's up [Fat Joe] | |
| I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week | |
| Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me | |
| Shit never claim to be the richest but the truth is | |
| Livest nigga you've ever seen in show biz | |
| And you know this, notice the dime is poppin | |
| Hold the masterpiece watch the | |
| Don be coppin | |
| I'm like Gunny from | |
| Dead Pres' | |
| Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread | |
| I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that don't believe us | |
| I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers | |
| I went from humble beginners to ownin the | |
| Jimmy's Fuckin wit women that only want me for winnin | |
| Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be shittin | |
| I'm only bonin the bitch is if y'all could be gettin nigga what!! [guy talking] | |
| Yeah that's what's up | |
| Crack But what's up wit that bitch when she gonna drop yo | |
| What's up wit | |
| Remy man Where that bitch at man | |
| Yeah man Everytime | |
| I look around man | |
| I don't see no | |
| Remy man Niggaz in the hood 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 up wit a gat on a nigga cock back on a nigga | |
| Like Rem's that bitch and | |
| Crack's that nigga | |
| For every word | |
| I spit I get ass cat figures | |
| So fuck ass clappin, | |
| I'll clap yo ass nigga | |
| And chick is so funny cause | |
| I gets gully | |
| Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and skullies | |
| Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a | |
| Jacob And | |
| I gotta a "mac" and | |
| I don't mean make up | |
| Sellin pies on da block like, | |
| I sell aranathum | |
| Do you want it raw? | |
| Or do want me to bake em? | |
| Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's mothin | |
| Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle | |
| Shit it's sicker than vomit, | |
| I swear to | |
| God it's disgustin | |
| Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these bitches can't touch it | |
| You gotta love it | |
| I'm buggin word to my cousin | |
| Tequila Slap the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my scrilla | |
| See a nigga he can get it too, fuck what your dick a do | |
| Even if I stuttered | |
| I will still "shi shi shit on you" | |
| My nigga L. | |
| V. |
| zuo qu : Cartagena, Coppin, Smith | |
| Aiyyo Joe man whats good man | |
| Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shit | |
| They runnin off to the | |
| Jakes man | |
| They talkin like you ain' t hood nigga | |
| What' s really gangsta nigga | |
| What up what' s poppin man | |
| Aiyyo fuck these niggaz man | |
| Let these niggaz do 88 Fat Joe yeah uh what uh yo yo | |
| Migga tryin to change the | |
| Ragine, I won' t have that | |
| Step in the club in | |
| Manhat at | |
| And it feel like sat down, | |
| Jose the flow is cocaine | |
| Niggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the name | |
| It' s the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows | |
| Shit nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked coke | |
| I rise to the to the top and | |
| I lay it down quite flat | |
| You can battle me up and get your money right back | |
| Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid | |
| The newspaper shit | |
| Known for crackin niggaz jaws | |
| And I don' t go to court, | |
| I talk wit the hawk | |
| Have a forensics specialist outline your corks | |
| About time we fought man | |
| I' m tired of this rumor shit, ya whole life' s a lie | |
| Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it | |
| You only pretend | |
| Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims | |
| Nigga what guy talking | |
| Yeah yeah thats whats up my nigga | |
| I see these niggaz ain' t fuckin wit you though | |
| But what' s up wit these niggaz though man these niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit | |
| Bentleys all that sittin on yachts | |
| Yea man show these niggaz what your 1' s like man | |
| What' s up Fat Joe | |
| I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week | |
| Let y' all do the math, that' s aight for me | |
| Shit never claim to be the richest but the truth is | |
| Livest nigga you' ve ever seen in show biz | |
| And you know this, notice the dime is poppin | |
| Hold the masterpiece watch the | |
| Don be coppin | |
| I' m like Gunny from | |
| Dead Pres' | |
| Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread | |
| I' m tired of sonnin niggaz that don' t believe us | |
| I' m at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers | |
| I went from humble beginners to ownin the | |
| Jimmy' s Fuckin wit women that only want me for winnin | |
| Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don' t be shittin | |
| I' m only bonin the bitch is if y' all could be gettin nigga what!! guy talking | |
| Yeah that' s what' s up | |
| Crack But what' s up wit that bitch when she gonna drop yo | |
| What' s up wit | |
| Remy man Where that bitch at man | |
| Yeah man Everytime | |
| I look around man | |
| I don' t see no | |
| Remy man Niggaz in the hood 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 up wit a gat on a nigga cock back on a nigga | |
| Like Rem' s that bitch and | |
| Crack' s that nigga | |
| For every word | |
| I spit I get ass cat figures | |
| So fuck ass clappin, | |
| I' ll clap yo ass nigga | |
| And chick is so funny cause | |
| I gets gully | |
| Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and skullies | |
| Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a | |
| Jacob And | |
| I gotta a " mac" and | |
| I don' t mean make up | |
| Sellin pies on da block like, | |
| I sell aranathum | |
| Do you want it raw? | |
| Or do want me to bake em? | |
| Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it' s mothin | |
| Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle | |
| Shit it' s sicker than vomit, | |
| I swear to | |
| God it' s disgustin | |
| Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these bitches can' t touch it | |
| You gotta love it | |
| I' m buggin word to my cousin | |
| Tequila Slap the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my scrilla | |
| See a nigga he can get it too, fuck what your dick a do | |
| Even if I stuttered | |
| I will still " shi shi shit on you" | |
| My nigga L. | |
| V. |
| zuò qǔ : Cartagena, Coppin, Smith | |
| Aiyyo Joe man whats good man | |
| Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shit | |
| They runnin off to the | |
| Jakes man | |
| They talkin like you ain' t hood nigga | |
| What' s really gangsta nigga | |
| What up what' s poppin man | |
| Aiyyo fuck these niggaz man | |
| Let these niggaz do 88 Fat Joe yeah uh what uh yo yo | |
| Migga tryin to change the | |
| Ragine, I won' t have that | |
| Step in the club in | |
| Manhat at | |
| And it feel like sat down, | |
| Jose the flow is cocaine | |
| Niggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the name | |
| It' s the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows | |
| Shit nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked coke | |
| I rise to the to the top and | |
| I lay it down quite flat | |
| You can battle me up and get your money right back | |
| Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid | |
| The newspaper shit | |
| Known for crackin niggaz jaws | |
| And I don' t go to court, | |
| I talk wit the hawk | |
| Have a forensics specialist outline your corks | |
| About time we fought man | |
| I' m tired of this rumor shit, ya whole life' s a lie | |
| Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it | |
| You only pretend | |
| Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims | |
| Nigga what guy talking | |
| Yeah yeah thats whats up my nigga | |
| I see these niggaz ain' t fuckin wit you though | |
| But what' s up wit these niggaz though man these niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit | |
| Bentleys all that sittin on yachts | |
| Yea man show these niggaz what your 1' s like man | |
| What' s up Fat Joe | |
| I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week | |
| Let y' all do the math, that' s aight for me | |
| Shit never claim to be the richest but the truth is | |
| Livest nigga you' ve ever seen in show biz | |
| And you know this, notice the dime is poppin | |
| Hold the masterpiece watch the | |
| Don be coppin | |
| I' m like Gunny from | |
| Dead Pres' | |
| Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread | |
| I' m tired of sonnin niggaz that don' t believe us | |
| I' m at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers | |
| I went from humble beginners to ownin the | |
| Jimmy' s Fuckin wit women that only want me for winnin | |
| Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don' t be shittin | |
| I' m only bonin the bitch is if y' all could be gettin nigga what!! guy talking | |
| Yeah that' s what' s up | |
| Crack But what' s up wit that bitch when she gonna drop yo | |
| What' s up wit | |
| Remy man Where that bitch at man | |
| Yeah man Everytime | |
| I look around man | |
| I don' t see no | |
| Remy man Niggaz in the hood 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 up wit a gat on a nigga cock back on a nigga | |
| Like Rem' s that bitch and | |
| Crack' s that nigga | |
| For every word | |
| I spit I get ass cat figures | |
| So fuck ass clappin, | |
| I' ll clap yo ass nigga | |
| And chick is so funny cause | |
| I gets gully | |
| Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and skullies | |
| Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a | |
| Jacob And | |
| I gotta a " mac" and | |
| I don' t mean make up | |
| Sellin pies on da block like, | |
| I sell aranathum | |
| Do you want it raw? | |
| Or do want me to bake em? | |
| Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it' s mothin | |
| Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle | |
| Shit it' s sicker than vomit, | |
| I swear to | |
| God it' s disgustin | |
| Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these bitches can' t touch it | |
| You gotta love it | |
| I' m buggin word to my cousin | |
| Tequila Slap the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my scrilla | |
| See a nigga he can get it too, fuck what your dick a do | |
| Even if I stuttered | |
| I will still " shi shi shit on you" | |
| My nigga L. | |
| V. |
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