East New York!! oh god!!
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Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
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Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
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Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down to the death
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It's nothin realer than this you heard, uh what huh
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[Verse 1]
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Its like I'm always out to prove somethin
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Everytime I stop on the block
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I set up shop and try to move somethin
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And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds
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Fuck a desert eagle
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I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
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Can tell by the scar on my neck
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I spar with the best
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Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the left
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Sharp with the right, I dont know why I bother
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Y'all not retarded
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Man ya know what the squadron is like
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And he can get it too
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But I let him die slow death I probably just collectin his food
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I'm deadin ya crew
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To tell ya the truth we not stoppin
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I'm like lil' lease from b-street man I keep poppin
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The streets knockin my shit, the d's watchin my shift
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We can do this however, east glock or the fifth
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I leave you chumps to frame, right where you standin
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Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom
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[chorus x2]
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Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
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Its the nigga joe the don
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And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
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Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit
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[Verse 2]
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Its the killa kid from the bronx
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Holdin down to the death
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You can hear the squad comin
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By the sound of the techs
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A hundred rounds in a sec
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Leave you on front page
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You would think I was down with the ROC
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The way I just blazed
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I puff haze to keep my mind at ease
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Can't wait for the day to see shyne released
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This hip hop shit is unjust, who you gon' trust
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When most of these record label execs is dumb fucks
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I keep a gun tuck under my belly
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Only nigga on the island makin calls from the celly
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We watchin belly on the DV, 60 inch TV
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Flat shit attatch to the back of the CP
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This game need me, I'm like gotti once I'm gone
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All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons
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Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin
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Its all the same, still runnin trains with my hoodmen
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A bunch of goodmen, but dont get it confused
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We like dinero in heat nigga, nothin to loose
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I know you seen the shoot out scene
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Dont make us reneact, cuz I rather be layed up in ?? with a featured actress
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[chorus x2]
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Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
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Its the nigga joe the don
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And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
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Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit
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Yea, hell yea, uh brought to you by the realest motherfuckers in this game
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The infamous terror squad, yea, real niggas, real dons
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Real G's haha, come on, woo uh
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Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, never forget.. Big Pun!
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Prove Something
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| Fat Joe |
