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Some information about Terror Era Lyrics Title: Terror Squad - Terror Era lyrics Artist: Terror Squad Album: True Story Visitors: 18 visitors have visited Terror Era Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. - guy talkingAiyyo Joe man whats good manAiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shitThey runnin off to the Jakes manThey talkin like you ain t hood niggaWhat s really gangsta niggaWhat up what s poppin manAiyyo fuck these niggaz manLet these niggaz do 88[Fat Joeyeah uh what uh yo yoMigga tryin to change the RagineI won t have thatStep in the club in Manhat atAnd it feel like sat downJose the flow is cocaineNiggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the nameIt s the kid wit a thousand aliasesthe hood knowsShit nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked cokeI rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite flatYou can battle me up and get your money right backCrack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo kidThe newspaper shitKnown for crackin niggaz jawsAnd I don t go to courtI talk wit the hawkHave a forensics specialist outline your corksAbout time we fought manI m tired of this rumor shitya whole life s a lieLet you slide but you ruin itwe the guys doin itYou only pretendShoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rimsNigga what[guy talkingYeah yeah thats whats up my niggaI see these niggaz ain t fuckin wit you thoughBut what s up wit these niggaz though manthese niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shitBentleys & all that sittin on yachtsYea man show these niggaz what your 1 s like manWhat s up[Fat JoeI gets duece 5 a showdo 5 a weekLet y all do the maththat s aight for meShit never claim to be the richest but the truth isLivest nigga you ve ever seen in show bizAnd you know thisnotice the dime is poppinHold the masterpiece watch the Don be coppinI m like Gunny from Dead Pres Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break breadI m tired of sonnin niggaz that don t believe usI m at ya life savers alone wit my sneakersI went from humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy sFuckin wit women that only want me for winninOnly for homey sittinscuse me but don t be shittinI m only bonin the bitch is if y all could be gettinnigga what!![guy talkingYeah that s what s up CrackBut what s up wit that bitch when she gonna drop yoWhat s up wit Remy manWhere that bitch at manYeah manEverytime I look around man I don t see no Remy manNiggaz in the hood want you to call this bitch out manWhat s up man[Remy MartinYo I don t give a fuckI don t play that shitand I feel to bust a cap on a niggaI run up wit a gat on a niggacock back on a niggaLike Rem s that bitch and Crack s that niggaFor every word I spit I get ass cat figuresSo fuck ass clappinI ll clap yo ass niggaAnd chick is so funny cause I gets gullyRocks throwbacks and fitteds niggahoodies and skulliesAm I fist is a pack on my wrist is a JacobAnd I gotta a "mac" and I don t mean make upSellin pies on da block likeI sell aranathumDo you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em?Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it s mothinGot the product the power and the will to do the hustleShit it s sicker than vomitI swear to God it s disgustinHot an fresh out the kitchen so these bitches can t touch itYou gotta love it I m buggin word to my cousin TequilaSlap the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my scrillaSee a nigga he can get it toofuck what your dick a doEven if I stuttered I will still "shi shi shit on you"My nigga L.V. Hottest songs from Terror Squad : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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