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that neck, not playing with a full deck 

Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson 

Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
Yea I’mma hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I’mma hater, fuck yo life
Yea I’mma hater, nigga fuck yo money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck yo clique
Yea I’mma
you'll lose!

Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
the shit I wear
You gotta love the squad-ad girl
If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad
Get outta here
You people love the shit I pop in your ear
remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders 

Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars 

Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards
faking moves never be my thing
So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Johnson
I be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30
Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no
Crew (shit that I'm use to) 
Now a days, rappers act pretty 
Rap shitty, lost in this New Jack City 
Talkin' bout all the (cars you lust) 
Guns you
murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my dodger groove on
They ask what squad are you on
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with
I could afford a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four squad
the judge won't spare ya
Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera
Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad
Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison
words, Mos Def, black jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game point lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody move!

Now
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!

Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar

Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
in a blue squad car
[Mr. Lif]
She pocketed the crack before they got far
[Aesop Rock]
Billy watches Maggy from behind steel bars
Like "Where the crack
the judge won't spare ya
Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera
Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad
Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison
the judge won't spare ya
Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera
Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad
Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison
the judge won't spare ya
Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera
Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad
Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison

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