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War Lyrics - Singles - Terror Squad

Yo, I'ma lay the law with A.K.'s or metaphors 

Make way for the ghetto roar, these days I set it off 

Y'all hardcore, that's why I batter you all 

Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make a fatter than yours 

 

Terror Squad to my death, tombstone on my chest 

With the chrome in the vest, alone or with T.S. 

I'ma rep it, I'm a Dominican, now you accept it 

It's like you seen death and chose the Lord as the shepherd 

 

You skeptical, niggas on the block ain't respectin' you 

Checkin' you, ain't gonna stop when they deckin' you 

Who gon' dock you? I'm comin' at you like a tackle 

To leave a personal scar in your chest like a tattoo 

 

Seis'll clap you, put your dick in the dirt 

Click at a herb when I spit a clip and rip through your shirt 

I'm the worst of the beast, put my work on the streets 

Do the work with the heat, don't make me burst through your meat 

 

I kill alive for my twin, bust ill and do the time for my twin 

Trust that it's real and he'll be at my side at the end 

I got guns that'll silence your men 

We bust off and let the begin, aight then 

 

I kill alive for my twin, bust ill and do the time for my twin 

Trust that it's real and he'll be at my side at the end 

I got guns that'll silence your men 

We bust off and let the begin, aight then 

 

Yo, yo, Seis come off with a thunderous start 

Punish niggas from the heart, rip a niga from the sparks 

Of the glizze, leave a nigga clapped on 'Rap City' 

I'm strapped with the Mac Milli, you wack as ass Gilly 

 

It ain't hard to scrap, my squad's the vanguard of rap 

Love to guard your back in the biz, the triz in the back 

Flamboyant, never givin' a slack, I jam joints when I live on a track 

Ran point when they gave me the Mac 

 

I'm on fat, never lack the realness, I sing that B.J. killer ill shit 

And still rock a nigga, I'm out to be real rich 

You feel this, shaper than a tooth pain, double-deuce pain 

My verse take aim, blow your fame with a burst of flames 

 

Ain't nothin' changed, I die in this game 

Take the stand and the blame for my man 

I carry the name revenge 

Terror Squad in begets carved on my chain 

 

I kill alive for my twin, bust ill and do the time for my twin 

Trust that it's real and he'll be at my side at the end 

I got guns that'll silence your men 

We bust off and let the begin, aight then 

 

I kill alive for my twin, bust ill and do the time for my twin 

Trust that it's real and he'll be at my side at the end 

I got guns that'll silence your men 

We bust off and let the begin, aight then 

 

Yeah, Terror Squad, Triple Seis, baby 

Up and comin', son, I'm comin' for all that shit, son 

The crown and all that knawmean? I rep N.Y. 

The Boogie Down, baby, L.V., R.C., Rezz Crew 

MC, Terror Squad, baby, this is how we do 

1 9 9 9, baby, Triple Seis backwards, feel it 

 

We gon' ride nigga, ride nigga, ride nigga 

You gon' die nigga, die nigga, die nigga 

We gon' ride nigga, ride nigga, ride nigga 

You gon' die nigga, die nigga, die nigga 

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