In For Life Lyrics - Singles - Terror Squad

[Big Punisher] 

Don't even move a muscle 

Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle 

Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle 

Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death 

Piece the bits together till you come up wit at least a brick 

Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back 

Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that 

I suggest that we bubble it all 

Cop a bundle of raw, start small, see if we can double the score 

I stumble across my share of obtsacles 

Staring death dead in the opticals 

'Cause I'm never scared of the impossible 

Ask the rasta dudes if our gonga ain't the tightest 

Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain't the whitest 

And none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus 

If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence 

That's the science, my alliance is Terror Squad 

If there's a god, show me sign so I can share my scars 

[Chorus] 

We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype 

Better get it right or get deaded on sight 

So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice 

'cause shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night 

We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight 

When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite 

I like livin on the edge, sippin strippers at the wedge 

Sharin spritsers, gettin head, it's the life we live 

[Triple Seis] 

Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes 

For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist 

Slugs put you in a coffin for life 

It's bug how they put you on ice 

For the love, the money ain't right 

Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night 

Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit 

Got hit, 'cause you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch 

Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix 

It seems foul, ? niggas while the cream pile 

Didn't give a fuck, talkin tough "Look at me now" 

Shockin the world, should've been on top of your girl 

She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world 

For petty dough, niggas on the streets already know 

You about to go, movin on your block just to stop the flow 

We about to blow, step up in rank 

Step off the bank, niggas done fucked up to think 

[Chorus] 

[Prospect] 

Ah-yo I hold the pain, like my body was numb wit novacaine 

No one can fold the name, Terror Squad a soldier game 

Already know the game, Prospect the quote of fame 

Touch up a older dame, and confirm the motor train 

My vocals will slow your brain 

I'm comin' at you like a boa-crane 

Even through the cold and rain, I penetrate through all weather 

Eliminate who you call better 

It's all "shut up shut up", I'll leave your car wet up 

[Cuban Link] 

Set it off, we all together, gettin cheddar livin better 

Sippin amarettos, whippin the Vette instead of a Jetta 

Dead up, never let up bet up, we settle vendettas 

Ghetto dwellers, why'all better duck when I let off the beretta 

Hit em up, yet I'm the terror that America wants dead 

A blunt head turnin punks red when I pump lead 

I stomp a hole through your chest 

Grab your soul, mold ya flesh 

Hold ya breath 'cause your next stop is death 

[Chorus] 

[Fat Joe] 

Yeah yeah, we in for mothafuckin like, ya heard me? 

See you niggas creepin over there 

Thinkin why'all niggas could cut corners, get around 

Nigga this is the mothafuckin T-Squaders 

We will BUY YOU mothafuckas, simple as that 

So-called mothafuckin rap killas, rap pimps 

Niggas is BITCHES to me, simple as that 

Mothafuckin Terror Squad 

Since the mothafuckin early 80's until 

WHAT! You better ask somebody 

This the real shit here, NO ONE REALER!!