Www. Thatsmysh-t. Com Lyrics - Terror Squad

(Fat Joe) 

Yeah, Yeah (Mmm) 

This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm) 

Italiano (what) Ya know da deli 

Aha, Aha Dirtman 

Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo 

(Dirtman) 

I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit 

You never seen it before its all Ligitement 

Italiano bust holes to your guitano 

I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano 

Rapid Marziano I hit your arms till they drop 

Palms to your chops left hook put your palms in the block 

Jingo pop then don't stop till the game is one 

And I'll stop till your frame is numb 

Comical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on shit 

While I'll tell you straight up we on some money shit 

A problem with that you see my hand in the place 

But fuck Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in your face 

We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field 

Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it real 

Test if you will feeling the meaning of real 

The meaning of steel you little bitch 

Ay you screaming for real 

Chorus (Repeat 2x) 

All my real live niggas say: 

That's my shit 

All my thugs mothafuckers say: 

That's my shit 

And if you all about the ruckus say: 

That's my shit 

(Triple Seis) 

Triple Seis the killer like turn your fact 

Bringing it back the way B-X put it on the map 

Its like that running up in your shots while they got 

While the exact take it back lay with the map 

Joey Crack get busy with the shottie 

Hit em niggas with the busy for being in a busy body 

They talk too much Seis comes true in the clutch 

Move with the rush and I hold who you can trust 

That are bless anytime hit you for any son 

Go fifth to fist in the mist they'll kick plenty rhyme 

Give me mine and you can have the rest or feel afraid of death 

And the pain as the rain with the tech 

My connect sending buddah flavor Te-bek 

Like cuddah soft and wet that I acquired at the set 

Triple Seis is on fire I as hot as it gets 

Rock the light the end is about to line up the set 

Chorus 

(Reka) 

Yo we back in the door hearing at you asking for more 

You asked for the raw 

Bleach Brothers strict and we poor 

Goof on the bottom floor 

Back now walk in the brish? Back to the bullshit 

Fuck with those cats I cool with 

Act and fool with, Actually nothing to fool with 

Went to school with 

Quite tight now a true click 

You get your je-je-jewel fixed 

Fan come over here hitting your back pockets get swiss back 

How can a mac get his shit back 

You want to click-clack your person you can get that 

You get your shit cluft up Billy Fishers when I spit that 

Chorus