Tytuł: War

• Wykonawca: Terror Squad
• Wyświetleń: 261

[ VERSE 1: Triple Seis ]
   Yo, I'ma lay the law with A.K.'s or metaphors
   Make way for the ghetto roar, these days I set it off
   Y'all hardcore, that's why I batter you all
   Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make a fad ???
   Terror Squad to my death, tombstone on my chest
   With the chrome in the vest, alone or with T.S.
   I'ma rep it, I'm a Dominican, now you accept it
   It's like you seen death and chose the Lord as the shepherd
   You sceptical, niggas on the block ain't respectin you
   Checkin you, ain't gonna stop when they deckin you
   Who gon' dock you? I'm comin at you like a tackle
   To leave a personal scar in your chest like a tattoo
   Seis'll clap you, put your dick in the dirt
   Click at a herb when I spit a clip and rip through your shirt
   I'm the worst of the beast, put my work on the streets
   Do the work with the heat, don't make me burst through your meat
  
   [ CHORUS ]
   I kill alive for my twin
   Bust ill and do the time for my twin
   Trust that it's real
   And he'll be at my side at the end
   I got guns that'll silence your men
   We bust off and let the [violence] begin
   Aight then
  
   [ VERSE 2: Triple Seis ]
   Yo yo, Seis come off with a thunderous start
   Punish niggas from the heart, rip a niga from the sparks
   Of the glizze, leave a nigga clapped on _Rap City_
   I'm strapped with the Mac milli, you wack as ???
   It ain't hard to scrap, my Squad's the vanguard of rap
   Love to guard your back in the biz, the triz in the back
   Flamboyant, never givin a slack
   I jam joints when I live on a track
   Ran point when they gave me the Mac
   I'm on fat, never lack the realness
   I sing that B.J. ( *sirens* ) killer ill shit
   And still rock a nigga, I'm out to be real rich
   You feel this, shaper than a tooth pain
   Double-deuce pain
   My verse take aim, blow your fame
   With a burst of flames
   Ain't nothin changed, I die in this game
   Take the stand and the blame for my man
   I carry the name revenge
   Terror Squad in begets carved on my chain
  
   Yeah
   Terror Squad
   Triple Seis, baby
   Up and comin, son
   I'm comin for all that shit, son
   The crown and all that
   Knawmean?
   I rep N.Y. - the Boogie Down, baby
   L.V., R.C.
   [Name] Crew
   Terror Squad, baby
   This is how we do
   1-9-9-9, baby
   Triple Seis backwards
   Feel it
  
   We gon' ride nigga, ride nigga, ride nigga
   You gon' die nigga, die nigga, die nigga