Fat Joe Lyrics

Album: Don Cartagena

Terror Squadians Lyrics

[Featuring Terror Squad] 

[Fat Joe] 

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 to ?, 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 

[Prospect] 

Yo, yo, I play the game with caution 

Son changes, gave power, created ?vactivities? 

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 rights 

Niggas is worse the sheists for the merchandise 

My words percise, 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: Triple Seis 

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!) 

[Cuban Link] 

I got groupies 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 floss and the 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 Maschetti 

Realer than the military 

Killin every track I'm on, Link and Joey Crack the Don 

Flippin in my Cuban Caddie, with the hats are torn 

[Triple Seis] 

So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas 

Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures 

[Big Punisher] 

Your style is unoffic', niggas like you stay on my wanted list 

Pun and Prince, we're walkin on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch 

Fuckin with this is hazardous to amateur battlers 

Average niggas get lost in the course of embarassment 

Of course you don't have a chance, I'm the boss in your ? 

Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche 

I'll torch your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs 

For all of you that'll laugh at a 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 Twinz done swing the rest of the ransome 

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 Maschetti, long 

Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on 

I know it's wrong, but it feels so right 

I used bust all night, but now I gotta deal, alright 

Chorus *2X* 

[Armageddon] 

Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow 

Don't make it more dramatic, I quote you over holdin 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 

Chorus