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Terror Squad » War
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	[VERSE 1: Triple Seis] 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 fad ??? 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 sceptical, 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 [Chorus] 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 [violence] begin Aight then [VERSE 2: Triple Seis] 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 ??? 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. ( sirens ) 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 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. [Name] Crew 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
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