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

It's like I'm always out to prove
Every time I on the block
I set up shop and try to somethin'
And I'm about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a eagle
I got that spit over 300 rounds

Can tell by the on my neck
I spar with the
boombay-ay, hit hard with the left
Sharp with the right, I know why I bother
not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is

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

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

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 you crazy, he got classic 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
Niggas be you crazy, he got classic shit

the killa kid from the Bronx
Holdin' to the death
You can hear the comin'
By the of the techs

A hundred in a sec
you on front page
You think I was down with the ROC
The way I blazed

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

I keep a gun tuck my belly
nigga on the island makin' calls from the celly
We belly on the DV, 60 inch TV
Flat attach to the back of the CP

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

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

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

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

Yea, hell yea, uh, to you
By the motherfuckers in this game
The infamous Terror Squad, yea, niggas, real dons
Real G's ha, ha, on, woo, uh
Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, forget, Big Pun