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it Dre, oh God
Yeah, got gangsta, gangsta, gully, gully
Yeah, big business, Joe the don
Terror baby, BX Boro, holdin' down to the death
It's realer than this you heard, uh what, huh

It's like I'm out to prove somethin'
Every time I stop on the
I set up shop and try to somethin'
And I'm talkin' kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert
I got shit that spit 300 rounds

Can tell by the scar on my
I with the best
Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the
Sharp with the right, I don't why I bother
not retarded
Man ya what the squadron is like

And he can get it too
But I let him die slow death I probably just his food
I'm deadin' ya
To ya the truth we not stoppin'
I'm like lil' lease B-street man I keep poppin'

The knockin' my shit, the D's watchin' my shift
We can do this however, east glock or the
I leave you chumps to frame, right you standin'
slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom

It's the T E R R O R squad, get it right
the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got shit

It's the T E R R O R squad, get it right
It's the Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the
be like you crazy, he got classic shit

It's the killa kid the Bronx
down to the death
You can hear the squad
By the of the techs

A rounds in a sec
Leave you on front
You would think I was down the ROC
The way I just

I puff to keep my mind at ease
wait for the day to see Shyne released
This Hip Hop is unjust, who you gon' trust
When most of record label execs is dumb fucks

I keep a gun under my belly
Only nigga on the island makin' from the celly
We watchin' belly on the DV, 60 TV
shit attach to the back of the CP

This need me, I'm like Gotti once I'm gone
All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake
Champagne with the women, run a game for the
It's all the same, still runnin' trains my hoodmen

A bunch of goodmen, but don't get it
We Dinero in heat nigga, nothin' to loose
I know you the shoot out scene
make us reneact
'Cuz I rather be layed up in with a featured actress

the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
It's the Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic

the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
It's the Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic

Yea, yea, uh, brought to you
By the realest motherfuckers in this
The infamous Squad, yea, real niggas, real dons
Real G's ha, ha, on, woo, uh
Montana rest in peace forever, never forget, Big Pun