these streets fuckin' fail ya The way niggaz be gettin' clapped, shit'll fuckin' scare ya But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin' em Niggaz scared, can't stand still
the leader make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers i
, follow the leader make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
ahead of y'all, ain't no getting behind Say what I choose 'cause I done payed my dues Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather I
making niggaz nervous It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service End up with your head popped off, thanks to Curtis But he don't care, he's still
said it all in, "He's Not Real" But you beggin' me to kill, must want ya brain spilled I tryna keep cool but it's hard to tame still Shit's still real
the back of O.J.'s (J) These jealous niggaz is worse than bitches (O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches (S) Still talkin' shit, still
Believe me, it's nothing Big trucks mean rides we fly t-squad, our time Believe me, it's nothing Drop from Harlem even, more for Brooklyn Still got
, we gon' ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon' ride for you, best believe we gon' ride for you Terror squad, 9-8, new millennium
Since day one, niggaz died at the Don 'Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated Quadriplegic
' strong, still dyin' of hunger Under the chinchilla, believe me, the shit's realer This piece'll leave you in pieces and make you sleep better The street's terror
in my casa Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa I hate a actor that plays a rapper I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper Grand
Man, what the fuck is we gone do, man? Shit, man, I can't believe this shit, man Them motherfuckers done killed him We got to ride for this nigga On them
just don't stop (Homocidal) The 12 gauge left you up and down But another victim called the D-E-A-D Listen to that underground massacre terror Seize the
As I bail through the woods of the southside Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch When I peel a dome and bail Gone like hell
And as I bail through the woods of the southside Terror zone nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch When I peel a dome and bail Gone like
the hitters Bullshit so far what this game sent We here to burn it down open bar entertainment Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw Lactose intolerant but I still
!) Still hood, still real (Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!) Off my dog's daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills Dade County dope-boy, best believe