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In For Life
(专辑: The Album - 1999)
[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 Cuz 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: Prospect] 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 Cuz 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, cuz 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] Aiyyo 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'll 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, y'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 cuz 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 y'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!!!
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