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  • Wykonawca: Terror Squad
  • Wy¶wietleń: 355
(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 that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit
   You never seen it before its all Ligitement
   Italiano bust holes to your guitano
   I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano
   Rapid Marziano I hit your arms till they drop
   Palms to your chops left hook put your palms in the block
   Jingo pop then don't stop till the game is one
   And I'll stop till your frame is numb
   Comical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on shit
   While I'll tell you straight up we on some money shit
   A problem with that you see my hand in the place
   But fuck Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in your face
   We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field
   Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it real
   Test if you will feeling the meaning of real
   The meaning of steel you little bitch
   Ay you screaming for real
  
   Chorus (Repeat 2x)
   All my real live niggas say:
   That's my shit
   All my thugs mothafuckers say:
   That's my shit
   And if you all about the ruckus say:
   That's my shit
  
   (Triple Seis)
  
   Triple Seis the killer like turn your fact
   Bringing it back the way B-X put it on the map
   Its like that running up in your shots while they got
   While the exact take it back lay with the map
   Joey Crack get busy with the shottie
   Hit em niggas with the busy for being in a busy body
   They talk too much Seis comes true in the clutch
   Move with the rush and I hold who you can trust
   That are bless anytime hit you for any son
   Go fifth to fist in the mist they'll kick plenty rhyme
   Give me mine and you can have the rest or feel afraid of death
   And the pain as the rain with the tech
   My connect sending buddah flavor Te-bek
   Like cuddah soft and wet that I?d acquired at the set
   Triple Seis is on fire I?m as hot as it gets
   Rock the light the end is about to line up the set
  
   Chorus
  
   (Reka)
  
   Yo we back in the door hearing at you asking for more
   You asked for the raw
   Bleach Brothers strict and we poor
   Goof on the bottom floor
   Back now walk in the brish? Back to the bullshit
   Fuck with those cats I?m cool with
   Act and fool with, Actually nothing to fool with
   Went to school with
   Quite tight now a true click
   You get your je-je-jewel fixed
   Fan come over here hitting your back pockets get swiss back
   How can a mac get his shit back
   You want to click-clack your person you can get that
   You get your shit cluft up Billy Fishers when I spit that
  
   Chorus