[Big Punisher]
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Don't even move a muscle
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Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle
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Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle
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Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death
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Piece the bits together till you come up wit at least a brick
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Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back
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Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that
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I suggest that we bubble it all
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Cop a bundle of raw, start small, see if we can double the score
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I stumble across my share of obtsacles
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Staring death dead in the opticals
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Cuz I'm never scared of the impossible
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Ask the rasta dudes if our gonga ain't the tightest
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Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain't the whitest
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and none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus
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If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence
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That's the science, my alliance is Terror Squad
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If there's a god, show me sign so I can share my scars
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Chorus [Prospect]
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We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype
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Better get it right or get deaded on sight
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So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice
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Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night
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We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight
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When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite
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I like livin on the edge, sippin strippers at the wedge
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Sharin spritsers, gettin head, it's the life we live
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[Triple Seis]
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Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes
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For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist
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Slugs put you in a coffin for life
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It's bug how they put you on ice
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For the love, the money ain't right
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Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night
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Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit
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Got hit, cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch
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Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix
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It seems foul, ? niggas while the cream pile
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Didn't give a fuck, talkin tough "Look at me now"
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Shockin the world, should've been on top of your girl
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She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world
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For petty dough, niggas on the streets already know
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You about to go, movin on your block just to stop the flow
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We about to blow, step up in rank
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Step off the bank, niggas done fucked up to think
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Chorus
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[Prospect]
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Aiyyo I hold the pain, like my body was numb wit novacaine
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No one can fold the name, Terror Squad a soldier game
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Already know the game, Prospect the quote of fame
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Touch up a older dame, and confirm the motor train
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My vocals'll slow your brain
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I'm comin at you like a boa-crane
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Even through the cold and rain, I penetrate through all weather
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Eliminate who you call better
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It's all "shut up shut up", I'll leave your car wet up
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[Cuban Link]
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Set it off, we all together, gettin cheddar livin better
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Sippin amarettos, whippin the Vette instead of a Jetta
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Dead up, never let up bet up, we settle vendettas
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Ghetto dwellers, y'all better duck when I let off the beretta
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Hit em up, yet I'm the terror that America wants dead
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A blunt head turnin punks red when I pump lead
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I stomp a hole through your chest
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Grab your soul, mold ya flesh
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Hold ya breath cuz your next stop is death
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Chorus
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah yeah, we in for mothafuckin like, ya heard me?
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See you niggas creepin over there
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Thinkin y'all niggas could cut corners, get around
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Nigga this is the mothafuckin T-Squaders
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We will BUY YOU mothafuckas, simple as that
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So-called mothafuckin rap killas, rap pimps
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Niggas is BITCHES to me, simple as that
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Mothafuckin Terror Squad
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Since the mothafuckin early 80's until
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WHAT! You better ask somebody
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This the real shit here, NO ONE REALER!!
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In For Life
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| Terror Squad |
