Cool and Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, ha
They're all gonna laugh at ya, ha
Yeah, yo, uh, oh God
Ha ha ha ha ha
Yo
Feedin' ya, feedin' ya, feedin' ya
Feedin' ya, feedin' ya, feedin' ya
Yo, uh, yo
Call me the JV artist
That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels
Niggas now pay me homage
Been in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm a spot to rhyme beefin'
Y'all niggas is rappin' ass backwards
I left twenty spots just to get in this rap shit
Oye papi lo que pasa contigo
Mad 'cause I'm the only nigga reppin' our people
When I came in this game no one wanted the job
All of a sudden niggas actin' like they wanna go hard
Spittin' venom 'bout the Squad, try and shit on the God
This ain't no Scarface shit, blow up your kids in the car
And since you wanna act like you live in a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in "Fist of Fury"
Bitch niggas, nothin' but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga
Deported from the Squad, can't afford another car
Where your house at? I heard you livin'
With your moms (Livin' with your moms)
Lame nigga better stay in your place
Keep talkin', burst the flame in your face, nigga
Yo, yo, yo
The best comparison to Getty is God
'Cause even though you've never seen
Me, I been put fear in your hearts
And I'm smooth like a mood or a theme
Skip bullets off your Coogi bean before you knew you were seen
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
'Cause all you really need to understand
Is how hard I'm rollin' with Joe
And the streets is no place for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that make and spread rumors
Listen, I'm from the Bronx where the guns shoot rapid
Front if you want but don't think we don't shoot rappers
I'm what some might consider a ghost
'Cause I move at night plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close
I'm the ultimate high exalted rhyme vocalist
I write dope, spit dust and shit coca bricks
This is what you dicks need to acknowledge
Or get the shit smacked out of your fat cabbage
Don't ask why we act violent
We just killers and thugs, niggas with mad talent
That still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the streets
They say the Squad got the feet on the beat
So we gon' feed 'em the beef
My nine milli blaze and hit hard like Willie Mays
Since my kiddie days, grew up with thugs who was really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
A hundred fifty proof, whoever, I'm talkin' to you
They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mill', one of the real
I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you in your car breezin' by
With your Iceberg team, you look when the light turn green
Scared to death, don't make me have to air your chest
Or tear your flesh, for actin' like I care what's left
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it some time
I'm livin' this rhyme, let my nine get in your spine
Sit and recline, get so mad, forget and rewind
So I can see what I did and get in the slide
To the next level, hop on a bike and just pedal
Bustin' at your best rebel who runnin' to test metal
Let me get settled, lay my mark down in this game
For niggas clownin' with fame, I push 'em down in the drain
'Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Big G, Psycho and E, yeah y'all know what this is
Yo, yo
It's the T-E-R-R-O-R Squad
So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Ma with
Armageddon and your nigga Joe the God
Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin' Prospect
Straight out the projects of Forrest
Where they kill for mils' and they blast the steel
But I'm from Murda Murda, Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner but I'll slash your grill
You don't got no status, don't want no static
They knew you was loco toto and I don't know Spanish
All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage and
Keep on bustin' 'til the bitch brain splatter
And the kids won't matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on fire
And I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar
Yeah, uh
Infamous Terror Squad, nigga
Loyalty
What does it mean to you?
How many of y'all niggas is loyal?
All these Benedict Arnold niggas, switch sidin' niggas, ya heard?
Nigga I'll throw this whole rap shit
Out the window in a sec, ya heard?
Joe Crack the Don Diggler
The Savior, Caesar
Streets is mine, nigga
We ride
Who goin' test the record launchers, yeah? Uh
Ha ha ha
Feedin' ya, feedin' ya
Feedin' ya
Make your move, baby
C'mon
Step up, baby
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Woo
BX
