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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 nothin' 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 and try to move somethin'
And I'm about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert
I got shit that spit over 300

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

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

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

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

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
Niggas be you crazy, he got classic shit

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

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

I puff haze to my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see released
This Hip Hop shit is unjust, who you gon'
When most of these label execs is dumb fucks

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

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

A of goodmen, but don't get it confused
We like Dinero in heat nigga, to loose
I know you seen the shoot out
make us reneact
'Cuz I rather be up in [incomprehensible] 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 hard, ask the clique
be like you crazy, he got classic shit

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

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