Terror Squad Terror Era Lyrics

[Intro - guy talking]
Aiyyo Joe man whats good man
Aiyyo I hear n____z poppin s___
They runnin off to the Jakes man
They talkin like you ain't hood n____
What's really gangsta n____
What up what's poppin man
Aiyyo f___ these n____z man
Let these n____z do 88

[Fat Joe]
(yeah uh what uh yo yo)
Migga tryin to change the Ragine, I won't have that
Step in the club in Manhat at
And it feel like sat down, Jose the flow is cocaine
n____z even got the nerve tryin to clone the name
It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows
s___ nowadays got n____z callin me cooked c__e
I rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite flat
You can battle me up and get your money right back
Crack n____z clap n____z wit the fo' kid
The newspaper s___
Known for crackin n____z jaws
And I don't go to court, I talk wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist outline your corks
About time we fought man
I'm tired of this rumor s___, ya whole life's a lie
Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it
You only pretend
Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims
n____ what

[guy talking]
Yeah yeah thats whats up my n____
I see these n____z ain't f___in wit you though
But what's up wit these n____z though man
these n____z is ridin around in f___in benzes and s___
Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts
Yea man show these n____z what your 1's like man
What's up

[Fat Joe]
I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week
Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me
s___ never claim to be the richest but the truth is
Livest n____ you've ever seen in show biz
And you know this, notice the dime is poppin
Hold the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin
I'm like Gunny from Dead Pres'
Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread
I'm tired of sonnin n____z that don't believe us
I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers
I went from humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
f___in wit women that only want me for winnin
Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be s___tin
I'm only bonin the b____ is if y'all could be gettin
n____ what!!

[guy talking]
Yeah that's what's up Crack
But what's up wit that b____ when she gonna drop yo
What's up wit Remy man
Where that b____ at man
Yeah man
Everytime I look around man I don't see no Remy man
n____z in the hood want you to call this b____ out man
What's up man

[Remy Martin]
Yo I don't give a f___
I don't play that s___
and I feel to bust a cap on a n____
I run up wit a gat on a n____
c___ back on a n____
Like Rem's that b____ and Crack's that n____
For every word I spit I get a__ cat figures
So f___ a__ clappin, I'll clap yo a__ n____
And chick is so funny cause I gets gully
Rocks throwbacks and fitteds n____, hoodies and skullies
Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a Jacob
And I gotta a "mac" and I don't mean make up
Sellin pies on da block like, I sell aranathum
Do you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it f___ it it's mothin
Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle
s___ it's sicker than vomit, I swear to God it's disgustin
Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these b____es can't touch it
You gotta love it I'm buggin word to my cousin Tequila
Slap the s___ outta any b____ interferin wit my scrilla
See a n____ he can get it too, f___ what your d___ a do
Even if I stuttered I will still "shi shi s___ on you"
My n____ L.V.