1.Lean Back
Lyricist：Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Remy Smith, Scott Storch
Yeah, my niggas
Throw your hands in the air right now man
Feel this shit right here, Scott Storch, nigga
Yeah, Khalid I see you nigga, show Big Pun love yeah
I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mis-happenin's, nigga
We from the Bronx, New York shit happens
Kids clappin', love to spark the place
Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on they face
It's a cold world and this is ice
Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this is life
Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave
Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad
As a young, it was too much to cope with
Why you think, mo'fuckers nick named me, Cook Coke Shit
Should've been called Don Robbery
Extortion or maybe grand larceny
I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle
This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble
Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit
Fat nigga with shoty was the logo kid
Said my niggas don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my niggas don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
R to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I
My arms stay breezy, the don's stay flizz
I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've
And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die
With a matchin' jacket 'bout to cop me a mansion
My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance or boogie
So never mind how we got in here with the weapons and hoodies
Listen we don't pay admission and bouncers don't check us
And we walk around the metal detectors
And there really ain't a need for a VIP section
In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it
Said he like my necklace, started relaxin' now
That's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
See, money ain't a thing nigga, we still the same nigga,
Flows just changed now we 'bout to change the game nigga
Said my niggas don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my niggas don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Now we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now
And that G4 could fly through, any weather now
See niggas get tight, when you worth some millions
That's why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelin's
Your can find Joe crack at all type of shit
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and shit
If I woulda brought Compton, they'd prolly squeal
'Cause half these rappers dead broke like Derick fo' real
If you cross the line damn right, I'm gon' hurt you
These fagot niggas even made gang signs commercials
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up
Kay keep tellin' me to speak about da rucker
Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about da rucker
Not even pee wee Kirkland could imagine this
My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship
Said my niggas don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my niggas don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the roc away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Yeah, Bronx, B X bird Terror Squad
Uh, Big punk forever, to more terror forever
Yeah, streets is ours, come on, now I mean
It ain't never gonna stop, search, Raul, J.P. fa' ev'r come on
2.Pass Away
Lyricist：Anthony Best, J. Eaddy, A. Lyons
To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my
To all my peoples that passed away
To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my
To to to, free sanity and wings as they cast away
Sometimes I envious on peoples that passed away
They so synonym, their wings being cast away
I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake
I keep thinkin' maybe somethin's tryna show me how to master my
faith
They say I'm deep and too complex for rap
But yo, I grew to learn there's more to life then cars and gats
So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that
But niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back
They take this shit that they don't understand and call the wack
Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap
But y'all runnin' in circles working the same old act
And I done reachin' at a level, but I'm wrong for that
And I ain't bitchin', I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at
I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps
I feel your misery, you livin' off the next man's life
He just as bad, 'cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light
I wanna shout out all the two time fellas holdin' guns for weak
thugs
Riskin' their freedom, for short money and weak love
Eighty five is tryna earn respect from them young boys
Catchin' temper tantrums, havin' fits like young boys
And bitches do it too, get defensive and paranoid
See everybody wanna have some power to exploit
Now maybe you could tell me who's the problem at this point
Me or you homes, I hope you followin' this joint
Stress free, people holla day
Just another me, to see another day
So let the slugs breathe
Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheerin'
All my mother fucking niggaz at
My niggaz who down to body a nigga in this motherfucker
All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers
Holla at me man, let me
Know whatsup nigga
Niggaz be tryna please the crowd when they creatin' their rhymes
I just be thinkin' out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind
Maybe I'm livin' in the clouds, or just ahead of my time
I got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes
Lookin' back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find
Nothin' but evidence, back to fact the world is mine
And I ain't arrogant, I'm just intellectually pompous
'Cuz I can supercede anythin' you accomplish
This nigga dry snitchin' like he lookin' for sympathy
Nobody give a fuck about you or your history
Do you nigga？ make some shit shop a deal
'Cuz that hot shit you talkin' could get you popped for real
Take my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal
If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes peeled
But, don't get me involved, I don't owe you shit
The same goes for that little bitch thats all on my dick
You're all just a bunch of miserable fucks
Broke, mad, drunk , high and gangsta'ed up
It's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her
I'm busy mastering this parasite tryna stay up
And their ain't no lookin' back, I got my crazy mind made up
My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust
Niggaz say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup
Go in the booth, produce the proof
Show these niggaz how to really give up
I need to stress free, people holla day
Just another me to see another day
So let the slugs breathe
Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheerin'
All my real ass niggaz at
All my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker
All the niggaz wit money, the niggaz who ain't afraid to kill a
nigga, holla
At a nigga, let me know where you niggaz at nigga
3.Bring'Em Back
Lyricist：Leroy Bell, Joseph Cartagena, James Casey, Lamont Coleman,
Robert Hall, Casey James, Davel Mckenzie, Christopher Rios
Yeah, this is classic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready, uh
You know I had to bring 'em back, haha
Terror era's the squad man, yeah uh, yo uh yo
Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big Buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter Luger
(Ooh, yeah)
That means bring it back NY King of that
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that
The forth comin' don't look now there's more comin'
And we all stunnaz wit 'lil money but still hungry
True story once threw a nigga from a two story
Asked for my paper said theres nothin' he can do for me
That's like takin' a steak out of a lions mouth
Betta yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryans mouth
That'll neva happen ova my dead body
Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti
I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent back
Don't resent Crack I'm just what you wanna be
Young rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me
And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just everyday but you could neva be too use to them
I be abusin' them squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then it's on
again
I just had to bring 'em back
(Word you definitely know what I'm about)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
(All my friends call me Stout)
I just had to bring 'em back
(Flamboyant, baby)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about 5-0
A hard core life I toast to ex flaw
Therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law
My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
Get swellin' hops from sellin' tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks
And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the
glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
'Cause we put the guns down and go one round
Wit' the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown
I can inverse my style, 'cause I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's next
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft
Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a Deli snack, you softer than Jelly Jack
I attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat
I just had to bring 'em back
(All my friends call me Stout)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
(Flamboyant baby)
I just had to bring 'em back
(Terror Squad cause we stunt)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all
Shorties wit' dreams of playin' ball for Seaton Hall turnin'
fiends a full
From Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song
Is bein' sung, it's like gimmie a gun and I'm back on
Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin' to imitate us
Y'all could neva see us, be us, TS, kill da bs
'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas
Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll
Blast the four crash ya door smash ya hoe
Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin' heads like Totem Poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan Road
Blow fa blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
Bring the ruckas to the roughest muthafucka it's nothin' but
luck stress
My crews are cussin' to bustin' ass crushin' glass
In niggaz faces leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
At any piddunk tryin' to laugh at the Briddonx
You ain't no kiddon for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya
Pierre Cardan
I peirce ya noggin if you startin' trouble, spark the dot above
you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with a para scope rifle extended cycle
Cycle that'll tear the whole Bible out
I'm sweatin' no idols a title's all I request
Best rappers know that Pun and Y the chaperones of death
I just had to bring 'em back
(Word you definitely know what I'm about)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
(All my friends call me Stout)
I just had to bring 'em back
(Flamboyant, baby)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
4.Take Me Home
Lyricist：Joseph Anthony Cartagena, John E Eaddy, A Lyon, Brenda
Russell, Remy Smith, M Valenzano, Nicholas Warwar
Oh
Record this one
Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, 'Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home'
And I said, 'Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on', bitch
I got this chick from Cali, profilin', she's wilin'
She's gangsta, she knows that she's got it like that
We was drivin' on Crenshaw, cruisin' for food
When she pulled up beside me, set off in the 'Lac
And I said, 'Damn girl, you actin' like you don't know
Never seen me before
Episode of cribs on MTV, video what you think TS stand for？'
She said, 'Terrific Sex' yeah that too and the diamonds is no
facade
Used to be a broke nigga from the BX, now I'm rich
Got the world screamin' Terror Squad, think about it now
Everywhere we go, every other city we tour
They never say no
Seems like every other night
I got a different chick beggin' me
Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, 'Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home'
And I said, 'Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on', bitch
I was up in the club right, had some Remy in my cup right
And that's when I peeped him
He was lookin' so fresh and so cleaned up
He was fitted down to his sneakers
I really do mean this I ain't never seen this
There was some people standin' in between us
Had to go over there so I could meet him
I had him pimped up in the cut near the speakers
If he got a girl I know she's heated
'Cause right now I'm all he needin'
If he crush me then trust me
It's a guarantee that he's not leavin'
Told me he heard of me but don't know me
And I liked him for some reason
Invited him to my place, sat on his face
And I ain't got a man so it ain't cheatin', think about it now
I don't gotta stress, I don't ever really gotta press
They always say yes
It seems like every other night
I got a different nigga beggin' me
Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, 'Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home'
And I said, 'Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on', bitch
You's a big girl, eat it up, now tell ya friend
To hold your hair while you eatin' up
A little hot, little drunk, little weeded up
We in the truck and freakin' off while the speakers bump
I'm steady speedin' up, swervin' the bumps
I'm tryna fuck but I ain't tryna fuck her 23's up
So I ease up, drunk and focused
Tryna watch the road but yo the back seats heatin' up
And so I'm keepin' them, wish you could see them
I know you hear them breathin' like you been possessed by a
demon
I know you heated, wish you was here
But gotta go now have a good evening
Hang up the phone now, have a good weekend
Shorty just called the boat the front seat
And I think she's about to go down Four Seasons
I know the horn, ain't beep for no reason
3 in the mornin' and actin' indecent
She so horny, damn, this shit seems like every other night
I get a group of chicks beggin' me
Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, 'Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home'
And I said, 'Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on', bitch
Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, 'Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home'
And I said, 'Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on', bitch
5.Yeah Yeah Yeah
Lyricist：Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Mike Curb, Lalo Schifrin, Marc D
Shemer, Remy Kioni Smith
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it
You see the girl get's it popping like no other
Now they call me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so
gutter
My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her
I'm on some chill shit, but if you fronting then I will flip
I'll give it to a little chick real quick
Oh you a real bitch？ You ain't a bit real
You got little tits and your face looks like em mitt till
First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal
My budget none stop, mine paying ten mills
And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood
Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on Holly a wood
And if I, pollyin' the dick it's got to be good
I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could
And now I got him good, he believes me and he should
Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would
I know this nigga name, eat it out, he like to eat it out
I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out
Oh god its Remy Martin
In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets
Nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh god
Hot enough swinging crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit
Overseas moving key's like a locksmith
Rocks from wit sick in the sits of neck
All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet
Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago
I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago
I got cribs better year estates man
I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam
Still niggaz wanna go against crack
But that's like？, going against Shaq
And that's too much Diesel, I got too much people
Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you
And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip
But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament
Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch
Eyecandy of the month, god damn she's sick
She got a problem, I can help her with that
Tell her man that she's fuckin' with crack
Bet he won't do nothin'
Frontin' like he gon' do somethin'
Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting
Talk to me, c'mon
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, feel that right there
Nod your head to this shit right here, that real Hip Hop right
there
It's cook coke crack, TS, Remy Mar
Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers
True story, BX Burough
6.Hum Drum
Lyricist：Lol Creme, John E Iii Eaddy, Kevin Godley, Richard Perez,
Remy Kioni Smith, Marcello Valenzano
Down
The paint is peelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Yea, I gets it poppin' everybody know what Remy 'bout
Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titty out
Yea, I spit it out quick to put a nigga out
The bullets larged in doctors can't get 'em out
You gets no love, to me y'all dead bugs
My records don't sell then I'ma sell drugs
From O's to whole P's, grams to whole keys
No joke, I got coke that'll make ya nose bleed
Dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd
For three hundred and fifty a pop I'll sell you a dro seed
You really don't know me and thats the fun part
See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb smart
An' you are literate, you can't even read the tele prompta
I got niggas flyin' me weed in by helicopter
You look sad when I pass in this toy Benz
You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend
Down
The paint is peelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
The paint is peelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round
You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire
And you can mix it with your blood if your tryin' a get higher
Another angel in a thug's body scarred and tired
Going to court got a illuminati judgin' me biased
Shit, I talkin' for everybody, walkin' united
The way I walk, it's a challenge just to balance on wires
My old connect put me on said he robbed the supplier
So I pieced him out with pity 'coz his ass was on fire
What goes around comes around holmes I ain't lyin'
That's why the scars on my face 'coz bad karma and violence
Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence
To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice
I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars
Some nights I meditate hopin' bring me closer to God
Tryin' to regulate my time between the Earth and the stars
Get my health back to determine when I curlin' them bars
Down
The paint is peelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
The paint is peelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round
Yo this the upcoming success definition of prospect
Put ya money on me, you get recognition and profits
On any condition I drops it on a mission no listen to gossip
Whether splittin' imposta's sorta like a mobsta and my niggas, I
got ya
We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta
Smokin' weed, eatin' curry chicken like the Robsters
After that go to city, Allen and get the lobsters
Now can I get a witness lemme show y'all my visions
Never had a job but still takin' all my business
No G.E.D only the promo what's my lyrics
I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance
And rap so I keep my dough stacks don't me go back
And clap, clap at yo do' Matt like nigga hold that
There's no feelings I'm feelin' 'cause when I'm feelin' I'm
killin' the Motherfucker right on his trip they killin' the
villan what
Down
The paint is peelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
The paint is peelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round
Down
The paint is peelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
The paint is peelin'
Now
An' when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round
7.Nothing's Gonna Stop Me
Lyricist：Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Anthony Hester, K Khaled, Andre
Christopher Lyon
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop
Nothings gonna stop me
Aye yo I walk the walk, talk the talk
New York what's liver son, I'm Iver son
Killer cross, vanilla Porsche with diamerands
The maim man, vi bin and, sometimes I lie when I
Creep right behind ya, leavin' seeds right beside ya
Nigga
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop
Nothings gonna stop me
When you be my fuckers
Ten years in the same shit, nothing but a same hit
Revisit the catalog, been in it since analog
Damn it dog I don't know which planet you landed on
Gotta understand the Don, I came from slangin'' grams of 'iron
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop
Nothings gonna stop me
You could never ever, ever ever, ever ever get on my level
Smack the shit out the devil
It's the God crack fully armed strapped
Where the Bronx at, hope ya guns clap 'cause
We ready for combat, nigga
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop
Nothings gonna stop me
Yeah I put that on the blocks man
And that's my word to Pun, Reo, Sycho, Schmeo
Most legendary, most prolific MC's, it's hereditary
Terror Squad click, and we all spit
Motherfuckers don't believe me then
Watch the young in shit, Cocksuckers
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop
Nothings gonna stop me
T O N Y Sunshine who taught to gun shy
Huh! Goddamn it the Goddamn inflow sick and I'm so fly
Now who you know slang more dick in some cho cha
Quite like I nigga tonight you might die nigga
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop
Nothings gonna stop me
Okay, we started this, beef we slaughter kid
Please, you in a starter kit
Try to kick some harder shit
In fact switch to reggae tone
Spit on some retarded shit, this is gangsta' music
Joey Crack bring in the chorus kid
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop
Nothings gonna stop me
Hey you singing nigga
Terror error
Terror Squad nigga
Take that with you cocksucker
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop
Nothings gonna stop me
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop
Nothings gonna stop me
8.Streets of NY
Lyricist：Ruth Copeland, E Haynie, Andre Christopher Lyon, Walter
Marks, Remy Smith, Dick Wagner
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
I was standin' by the Hydrin watchin' time fly by
Me and Crazy Lou, Tony Tuibe with them brown eyes
Conversing 'bout nothin' just watchin' time fly
Nothin' to do man except be with the crews and
That's when I see the moon and the stars align
I talkin' 'bout when she walked on by
I thought I saw Heaven, well
I'm just givin' it up for my baby
Givin' it up for my darlin'
Givin' it up for my baby
I'm thanking God that I found my darlin'
Make ya say well, well
Well, well, well
Hey, we fell in love
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
We make ya say well, well
Well, well, well
Hey, we fell in love
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
Now, If you wanna be my baby, darlin'
All you gotta do is call and I'll come runnin', well
Because all I live to do is be the one he meant for you
And what you want me to be I can be that honey, well
I'm just givin' it up for my baby
Givin' it up for my darlin'
Givin' it up for my baby
I'm thanking God that I found my darlin'
You see I'm twenty one sittin' on them twenty three's so I
Guess I can why a dude like you would like me I got a
Box of Duchess and a whole lot of Weed so why don't
You and your dogs come chill with me and my bees it's really？
Nice to meet you see my name is Remi
But if it wasn't then I bet that they would call me Ice Tea
Because see it's all frozen and then we both rolling so
Start rolling so we can start rolling tall
I'm the type to put your trust in
And I got a big truck that we can crush in
And see I'm not scared to have a one night stand
'Cause after one night guaranteed you're gonna wanna be my man
Make ya say well, well
Well, well, well
Hey, we fell in love
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
We Make ya say well, well
Well, well, well
Hey, we fell in love
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
9.Thunder In The Air
Lyricist：John Eaddy Iii, R (？) Perez
Yeah
What up man？ Should boy prospect right here man？
C Squad bx, you know what it is man
Quite a long time man
Y'all niggaz think this shit is easy
Niggaz struggle for this shit right here man
Listen to this man
Aye yo, they got me poisoned like ivy
Y'all been waiting for the boys to come try me
Quick on the draw, fast on the finger like Mike Lowrey
Niggaz funny, first they get your numbers
Then want to shout you
See you gettin' money
Now they want the guns to come out you
We see we all be havin' dreams about them cars and floors
With some of further there, he marry you, the call is yours
I was determined
My niggaz out will burn and chew you
Spit you out, like a shot from a German Luger
Now who want it, test my peoples I'll blast the boy
Pull out them twin desert eagles, like I'm Castor Troy
Man I've been through some rough winters
And plush like four summers
But I've made it over them rough roads like old Hummers
Look I'm a, made man crook
Now see me in a joke
But I'mma go this way and write rhymes in your Shakespeare book
Niggaz be scared to death, I can see in the face they shook
And they ain't want give me a shot, I had to make them look
It's prosp'
(Notice the upcoming success, definition to prospect)
(Aha)
Yo ma, your baby boy became a man
(Notice the upcoming success, definition to prospect)
(Aha)
I'd rather die with them guns in my hands
(Notice the upcoming success, definition to prospect)
I move with no fear, the bx up in here
(Notice the upcoming success, definition to prospect)
And though I'm storming, there's thunder in the air
Uh huh, aye yo, they say that for they deserved him for the
music
I was cutting my classes
Stood up late night, a stanky nigga bustin' my ass
Now my memory cake, and y'all niggaz cake is telling ain't me
shitty
Y'all stressin' misdemeanors, man I catch a felony quickly
Shit I deserved what I got
And yo them forms they be copyin'
You tried to swerve in my spot
Go earn a war on your block
If I just came to lay my name down, I work a hard shift
Show my talents to the world and expose my God gift
I was grown with hard end, many obstacles and fights
But I learned to heal my scars, like them doctors doing life
Keep it movin', cruisin'
Doin' like a hundred and sixty
And I ain't stoppin' till them motherfuckin' cops come and get
me
I survived my community
Took my opportunity
To get money and y'all mad 'cause I'm doing me
(Cut it out man)
I'm goin' south and I'm fishing
Stop that mouthin' and bitchin'
Put your money on the table, I'll put you out of commission
(Notice the upcoming success, definition to prospect)
(Aha)
Yo ma, your baby boy became a man
(Notice the upcoming success, definition to prospect)
(Aha)
I'd rather die with them guns in my hands
(Notice the upcoming success, definition to prospect)
I move with no fear, the bx up in here
(Notice the upcoming success, definition to prospect)
And though I'm stormin', there's thunder in the air
Uh huh
Big pun what up？
My lil' brother dee yeah
Uh huh
10.Yes Dem to Def
11.Let Them Things Go
12.Terror Era
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