Freestyle - Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

[Big Punisher] 

It's my life, my money, my world, my girls 

TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail 

Want me to fail cause you on my dick 

But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit 

[Armageddon] 

It's my life, it's my world, my perogative 

To push things and chase girls that dress provacative 

Terror Squad rock ice wider than Yugoslavians 

Run up in your building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in 

Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop 

Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop 

Turnin hands to glocks, blow you back to your essence 

I go back in time, stop your ass back to the present 

Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your presence 

We handle our blessings, these players where the battles is stressin 

Took this rap game over then mastered it 

Blast my shit, this song change shitty records that after it 

[Big Punisher] 

Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull your motherfuckin car 

With a ? I'm killin like Chicci from Southern Boulevard 

I'm hardcore, thug blood, raw, pass it off 

Laugh it off, I crush your jaw cause thats the law 

Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls 

Blow a hole in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? Road 

Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the toughest 

Run the rukkus through the roughest motherfuckers 

Somethin illustrious, my crew's accustom to bustin ass 

Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody bath 

I want the cash off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off 

At any bit off tryin to laugh at the brittles 

You Ain't A Killer for the Terror Squadron 

You feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden 

I'll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot above you 

And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the burrough 

No doubt I'm thorough, with the periscope 

Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the whole bible out 

Don't swear to know, idols or titles, all I request 

Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death 

[Fat Joe] 

You better slide or catch this homicide 

Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side 

Brothers died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes 

Curtis blow you head like jake (like jake) 

So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines 

Player haters never wanna see my shine 

Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes 

On my way to ?less fools? 

Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids 

Or live in mass, suite and lavish cribs 

Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my whiz 

Exotic toke' and karats on my wrist 

It ain't shit for for sex, money, and drugs 

True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs 

What the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap back 

Leave your heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks 

[Cuban Link] 

Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I'm attackin 

Even if its one against ten, count me in, till the end 

Cause for my men I'm going all out, just call out 

My name when you need, I make a nigga brain fall out 

Nuff love for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckers 

Who bust slugs, that's why I put em above others 

Cause some niggas ain't real, they talk mad shit 

Then when its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit 

[Big Punisher] 

It's my life, my money, my world, my girls 

TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail 

Want me to fail cause you on my dick 

But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit