listening in my business, trying to fuck up my move (What about us?) What about my niggaz still out on the street? (What about us?) What about my partners
me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
that your mee lo playing games like you?re cee-lo in a tight situation like speedo?s you can have it your way like Carlito my nigga will be happy to give
got time for that 'cause These bills keep dropping through my door Hear them all singing We're the ones you've forgotten Out of mind, out of sight Coming out
, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah That's o-kay It's the terror of knowing What this world is about Watching some good friends Screaming `Let me out' Pray
causes terror Y'all gimmick motherfuckers better get y'all shit together One for the money and two for my peeps Nynex can't even reach my technique or
cross fire without no Caps And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout Niggas, Niggas, yea, cold turn the party out Hardcore to make the brothers
get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become the first smokin Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My squad
legends off of the block (Terror Squad) Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot My team is known for smokin' the glock To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad) My
stand and the blame for my man I carry the name revenge Terror Squad in begets carved on my chain I kill alive for my twin, bust ill and do the time for my
crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's Diamonds on
the palm, it's the ghetto God I rip a nigga heart out his frame, while I scream Terror Squad Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife She said
your peoples lack the charm or persona The sound of my chrome be bangin' from home to Arizona My gun be clickin' like your chain on my neck, claim my
I can show ya Why is my shit so funky it stanks? Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned
out Ooo, you can drag me in the deep ends Ooo, but you won't ever drown me out, out, out You won't drown me out, out, out Youuuuu won't drown me out [
my way But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pis--l in my pants [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] Said my nnniz don't dance
to" F-ck 'em, I let the dice roll like my father did I gotta shine, it's in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
L Smooth and "Straighten it out" Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on) A G, my man (Add on, add on) Ayo show, my man (Add on, add on) D-Flow, my man (Add