Тексты песен «Terror Squad»

(feat. Bleach Brothers, Fat Joe, Triple Seis) [Fat Joe] Yeah, Yeah (Mmm) This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm) Italiano (what) Ya know da deli Aha, Aha Dirtman Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo [Dirtman] I spit...

Don't be scared of this (Terror Sqaud) Don't be scared of this (That's right, that's right) Prospecto Follow me here now [ CHORUS ] Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love...

Don't be scared of this (terror sqaud) Don't be scared of this (that's right, that's right) Prospecto Follow me here now [ chorus ] Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love...

[ INTRO: Fat Joe ] Yeah yeah Terror Squad what-what Cuban Link what-what '99, baby [ VERSE 1: Cuban Link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I always cause trouble when I guzzle Bacardi Got the hotties sippin...

[ intro: fat joe ] Yeah yeah Terror squad what-what Cuban link what-what '99, baby [ verse 1: cuban link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I always cause trouble when I guzzle bacardi Got the hotties sippin...

[Cuban Link] When I was five I arrived in America Made it alive survived the hell of a trip getting tellin us Sellin the freedom town to put my feet on the ground See whats around, then lock shit down like Nino Brown...

[cuban link] When I was five I arrived in america Made it alive survived the hell of a trip getting tellin us Sellin the freedom town to put my feet on the ground See what's around, then lock shit down like nino brown...

(feat. Big L, Big Pun) Yeah This is clasic shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready uh You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Aye yo...

(feat. Big L, Big Pun) Yeah This is clasic shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready uh You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Aye yo...

(Fat Joe speaking) Yea yea, what uh, Terror Squad uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that Charlie Rock el D Yea yea, this go out to you...

Yeah yeah, what, Terror Squad From the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin' death penalties and all that Charlie Rock el D Yeah, yeah, this go out to you my nigga, yo, yo Ain't no solution for this...

(fat joe speaking) Yea yea, what Uh, terror squad Uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that Charlie rock el d Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga Yo, yo Verse 1:...

It's on now Feel threatened by this T-Squad T.S. Takin shit [ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ] We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this Tec-9s with silver clips, my ?set's style? is still legit Ain't nothin...

It's on now Feel threatened by this T-squad T.s. Takin shit [ verse 1: armageaddon ] We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? set's style? is still legit Ain't nothin...

Lock that fuckin door, yo Lock all that shit [ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ] Y'all muthafuckas can't hold me back Holdin gats drunk off of cognac Laughin at life and how my goal be makin the hoes react Ridin in cars, out to...

Lock that fuckin door, yo Lock all that shit [ verse 1: armageaddon ] Y'all muthafuckas can't hold me back Holdin gats drunk off of cognac Laughin at life and how my goal be makin the hoes react Ridin in cars, out to...

Down The paint is peelin' Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now An' when the chips are down Yea, I gets it poppin' everybody know what Remy 'bout Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled...

[Big Punisher] Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death Piece the bits together till...

[big punisher] Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death Piece the bits together till...

(feat. Fat Joe, Eminem, Lil Jon, Ma$e) [Lil Jon] Stop! It's the mother fucking remix [Mase] Uh yea Harlem in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna...