[Prospect]
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Pass the glock word up
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Pass the glock (T-Squaders) uh ha, (T-Squaders)
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[Armageaddon]
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*whispering in background*
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You can't stop T-Squad
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You can't stop T-Squad
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Can't stop it, can't stop it
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Chorus [Armageaddon] 2x
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Somebody call the cops
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For us to stop'll take all of they got
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Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block (Terror Squad!)
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Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot
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My team is known for smokin the glock
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To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad!)
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[Triple Seis]
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I murder men wit the poisonous flow, my pen
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Hurt em for they dough and they GM's wit Mac 10
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No relaxin, straight action when it's on
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Call up Pun and The Don, come up heavily armed
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Niggas better be calm or I'ma set the alarm
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And a hundred strong'll form in shape of a bomb
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My squads'll forever bomb wit a war like Lebanon
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And we hardcore till we dead and gone so go ahead and mourn
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[Cuban Link]
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Aiyyo Seis I'm pacin back and forth
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Wit thoughts of bein trapped up north
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But after I come off wit it y'all can push em out the door
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So cock the four pound (four pound)
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Lock the fort down (fort down)
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>From New York to Georgetown (Georgetown)
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Knockin off clowns that ?clap em off rounds?
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It's war now so toss the nine ? cuz I'ma floss and shine
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You lost your mind if you thought your rhymes was comin close to mine
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Eyes that drop signs like Einstein
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Applyin the iron to your spine
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And find you dyin on primetime
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Chorus 2x
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[Prospect]
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Aiyyo we break barriers, we recipe holders and cake carriers
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That dominate the devil tryin to make the fake marry us
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Hilarious how we mute crews, and nigga this is true news
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Dudes'll blow you outta ya two shoes
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Who chose to front it, they don't really want it
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Yo I stay Philly blunted, Prospect wit the nine milly gun it
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I leave you dented by the way glock pop
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Take a hot shot, push ya knot back like a drop top
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[Armageaddon]
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Freeze like coke in the drop or ya float when I'm totin the glock
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I'm blast any feelings you catch from this to emotional stop
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Host it on top, label the worst to the topic
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Worshippin violence, push you back
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Like a cursor does the words by the silence
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HUSH, slow up before you blow ya clutch
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Hold my forty-four wit lust, an then I'll take your soul like a holy touch
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The tat on my arm's like the rhymes I write
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Cuz Armageaddon rivals life
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Give my hype I might bust it tonight
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Chorus 2x
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[Big Punisher]
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My shit bang like a clock
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I pull your chain till it pop
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Put one in your brain for fuckin wit the creme of the crop
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Sayin I'm hot, while you playin I'm blazin the spot
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Makin you bop, makin my way to the top
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Breakin the lock, takin a shot at the title
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Ready to rock at my rivals
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Like Pac everything I drop is the Bible
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Cop it on vinyl, there's just a little cursing
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If you want ya head to burst
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Play it in reverse, you'll hear the devil's version
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[Fat Joe]
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Hear the metal's burstin, there's a terror lurkin
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It's a certain, whoever searchin to find God when my clips inserted
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Words are blurted when we bust guns, you heard it
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Left ya *gun shot* murdered
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I know ya *scream* was stunned by the verdict
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I'm a free man, kill your free lance for only three grand
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Makin an examp for my other workers and cut off each hand
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You greedy mothafuckas I'll see you in hell
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Jealous niggas wanna see me in jail fiendin to tell
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Chorus 2x
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Pass the Glock
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| Terror Squad |
