breaks hearts in Argentine My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita Terror Squad'll die for the cause Even if it means blowing up things and taking
can dance to That old Biggie give me, "Onnne More Chaaaaance.." Take a glance and I'm off with yours with both hands take off my drawers and jerk me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, lotta money in here Uh, terror squad, now and forever Top of the world, tun, yeah, uh, yeah, uh They call me Joey Crack, my
take off your boots I'ma call my troops, and just work that caboose Terror Squad the truth, we the proof for
and just work that caboose Terror Squad the truth, we the proof for the kids In the Coupe with the Trizz, there it is, c'mon Take off your clothes, meet me
with my niggaz Now it's on Twin, now it's on Twin Yeah, now it's on Twin Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armageddeon Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror Squad
Phenomenon O.C. Big L, one-three-nine, baby Diggin' In The Crates Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin Yo, yo, yo I'm from a place where
sorry ass compliments I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense Bitch don't try to play me, because you not a player Believe me, you don't really
take out our sons Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality Was raised with the street mentality My strategy's why my battery never die The ghetto kept me
hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the squad car and lock me away Give me
to say Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes So I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face Drop him off at Terror Squad, let
o-u-t Iraq to qb Mobb deep in jersey and they swerve to me Stay thirsty, thats what my nigga pun told me First it was christopher wallace now christopher rios Me
[O.C.] Phenomenon O.C. [Big L] Big L, one-three-nine baby [O.C.] Diggin' In The Crates [Joe] Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin [
boy Go for them throats like Siegfried & Roy Got more tools than Home Depot We ain't afraid to use 'em homie be cool Red beam on your chest can you see that Put terror in ya squad
have to bomb Columbus, Georgia, home of the infamous SOA 'Cause they train the death squads of Colombia who commit a massacre every day Civilians are their targets, folks just like you and me
wind like the John Wu flix Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer The spreadin of body, covers the man in the mirror Kick down the door, unlease the Terror
the streets is filled with snakes and rats The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home