's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop! [Big Punisher] Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em
't stop It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em
you know what's up (Ladies, rub on your titties) {Cuban Link, what} Ooh say what, say what, say what (Pharoah Monch in the house, you get out) {Joey Crack, Terror Squad
the four elements it's start What remains, a crew trying to rebuild in vain To the local squad, trying to bring the fame back to they building I'm in
tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the epitome of that Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad My niggaz
now listen G, you's a dime I'm a key Thun, thun straight out of Sicily, now, back to the stash crib Joey Crack baggin' up cracks, one love, give 'em
thief, so smack the millions Came back wrapped it up, too sweet The game is missin' somethin' unique I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep
' coast to coast Dogs the most rap, the hoes then rocks 'em up Givin' it up for hip-hop victims how should I drop 'em and then pop 'em For poppin' like
) Punisher straight from hell. Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real) What the deal, now you know that's how we roll Hard core like BO bring
'head Decapitator's back forever Can't count how many heads I had to sever Half the niggaz I keep, I put em back together That's the terror, cut open
in my memory, tell the family I gave 'em hell" For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin' Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad
Intro - Male voice - talking] + (Female voice) (*echo*) (Keep doin it baby) This is a world premiere Uh oh, yeah, Cali talk to 'em Bring the beat back
gettin' way too slick See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off Gettin' they peeps fucked up 'cause they block is soft As for terror, I sever
! Form the alliance South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa New York Giants Leave 'em brainless Hit 'em with the stainless It's the world's, world's, world's famous! I bring
Drama Aint A Thing Im The King Of That Keep Hatin I Gotta Let The Team Attack Squad Bring Terror Have Em Leanin Back Soldiers Froze Ya Like We In Iraq
not They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone Bring the terror to your block Like the toughest nigga from jail home An' you dead gone when my squad