Terror Squad Triple Threat Lyrics

(feat. Armageaddon, Big Pun and Cuban Link)

what, f___ ya want from me,
see i love my thugs but im a terrorist n____ and imma terrorize ya a__
till gone for miles pana
what, b____ a__ n____!!

(Verse 1 Armageddon)

I jeopardize this rap s___ and blast ya a__ to prove a point
I got thug nigguz who don't even rap callin to do joints
frontin off the strength and you the weak link in the click
it's obvious you p____ i could see the pink in the c___
i seen the chip and the clip of my daily desert eagle
fourty four metal with heat'll
open ya belly like it's legal
push you back a few feet send you sailin like a seagull
when we clash in the street
why was you bailin if you evil (you ain't evil)
talkin bout somebody tryin to playa hate you
actually i like you but f___ wit my squad the German a.k.'ll hit you
ever seen what them things could do could-
down to ya tims, i'm like the limit on ya life
the demon on ya light
that figure in the dark that takes ya heart in the mid of night
this aint a joke cause aint nuttin comical how my laser scope
aim at ya dome could erase the features off ya facial bones

(chorus)
i'm like a triple threat
double dare you to try to rip my neck
the way my click spit techs will leave you wet from d___ to neck
i know you ain't forget the way these squad n____z rep
comin at me from the sideline like you intend to step (x2)

(Verse 2 Big Pun)

f___ the battlin' it's world war four i mean the red form
no need to crowd the name is aroused up in the dead zone
New World Order i only flow wit the real horror
chrome C4 to ya door and pearl harbor
we can bring it back
gats on the holsters of mini macs
gats on the holsters strapped to the shoulders of maniacs
where we at the projects
why don't you get the closet
aaaahhhhhh!! s___ killa clacks
could've brought back ya prostate
buyacka got bullets big enough to move ya car
land cruisers 18 wheelers we do it tied
just let it happen i prefer violence instead of rappin
f___in wit this latin a__assin better get ya head examined
my s___ be slammin like onyx and wrestle mania
you really want it you philly blounted in Pennsylvania
i'm aimin the mac right at ya hat better watch ya back black
i ain't sayin you wack but you's a copy cat

(chorus x2)

(Verse 3 Cuban Link**)

yo now who the f___ wanna battle this
you garbage pail rappers would get ya cabbage split
got a habit of brandin ammitur nigguz like cattle hips
so watch ya lips
cause what you f___in is hazardous
shut up and catch a clip I roll wit more dogz than St.Lazorous
what happened is ya raps ain't accurate you claim you packin it
but when the action hits you rather switch into a f__got b____
i'm hardcore it's not my fault ya softer than cardboard
ya started to battle so imma turn into the god four
switch to southpaw like De La Hoya golden boy
I put it on you polaroid finish left you as red as sonya
i been a soulja all my life fought for stripes all most saw the light
talk to christ he told me that my souls on ice
and for the right price i might just body you
chop ya a__ into particles and read about you in newspaper articles
i'm sick and tired talkin s___ got beef wit me then so be it
i'll rush you like the soviet union and leave you soakin wet

(chorus x6)