Terror
(专辑: Sittin' On Chrome - 1995)
Hit me over the
head, nigga! Yeah, you're God damn right We got the
shit to make your dome split You fucking around over here? You gonna feel the
terror (What's your name, kid?) Well, let's just say It's the A
to the S E
Don't try to test me And I
just be Brownsville to the
bone like that Stone avenue, where ya at? [Who you run with?] Well, the
INC I
got lord to the D
I
got Paula to the P
Plus me, ey, Leschea Keep the
tangarae And pour me a
glass of that monkey made of brass Fast That's how it is and how it goes I
don't need silk clothes To pull all the
holes In your head Bum the
gunshots and the
raps I
bust mad caps When the
wack take naps Perhaps I
need to wake 'em up Then I
take 'em up Then I
shake 'em up Hey, then I
break 'em up Like glass I'm up in that ass like Charmin Harming MC's that feel like swarmin Like fleas But I
got these Pesticide rhymes You best to try crimes Cause' if you try to fuck with this Then you just made an error And you gonna feel the
terror Coming through in the
black cherry automobile That's how I
feel Everybody claiming real and holdin steel But I
be on some rollin shit, Holding shit Down for my borough, Brooklyn base thorough That's why, I
do or die Like Bed-Stuy Oh my, that shit that get you high It's something of a
phenomenon Like white lines Me and Mines run thick like Heinz Catch up, you can't catch up So play the
rear, over there It's B-bass in your ear And your eyes So realize and recognize A
nigga dies When we terrorize I
don't think you really wanna play Cause' we be doing niggas every day Just like that J-J-Just like that J-J-Just like that I
cram a
knife in your back The
INC don't care about you and your crew Or them niggas that you run with Them the
niggas you'll get done with Check it We be coming with that bigger and better and more shit We got that raw shit It's the I
It's the N
It's the C
No mystery, You don't want none of me You must not know the
time If you wanna try and say that Whatchu' got there, INC? Motherfucking right, yo play that, hate that (Feels so good, that my mind won't let go) Black boy, black boy Turn that shit down Fuck that Now feel the
terror in my sound