*featuring Cuban Link
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[Cuban Link]
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Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P.
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Latins Goin Platinum baby!
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Yeah yeah, yeah..
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Uhh, year 2000
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Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)
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We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)
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(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)
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We rock the party and..
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YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun
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my fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover
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The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler
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Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler
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Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular
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Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us
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T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby
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So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy
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You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?
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With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE
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Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT
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In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK
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If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK
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It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP
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Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS
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She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK
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So nigga WHAT?
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[Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link]
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[Pun] Tear the club up!
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[Link] Cause we don't care
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[Pun] E'rybody strip
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[Link] Yeah we don't care
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[Pun] Shoot the place up!
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[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)
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We don't care (nuh-AH!)
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We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
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[Link] Yeah we don't care
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[Pun] T. Squaders
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[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care
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[Pun] Fuck you nigga!
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[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)
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We don't care (nuh-AH!)
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We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
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[Big Punisher]
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Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props
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I got to have it
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Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past
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Was grabbin the girls on they asses
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Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls
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Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws
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My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver
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and holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot
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Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the night
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My lead ready to peel this shit really real
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My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill
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My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill
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No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers
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Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders
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Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama
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I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow
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You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge
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Carter kids stuck to the projects
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Go ahead keep checkin that mall
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and me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips
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Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it
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Yeah when are you gonna buck shit
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?? this mug shit
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[Chorus]
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[Cuban Link]
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Uhh..
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Yeah..
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Big Punisher..
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Cuban Link..
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Terror Squad..
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Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way..
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Anything goes..
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The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT?..
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We Don't Care
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| Big Punisher |
