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it Dre, oh God
Yeah, got gangsta, gangsta, gully, gully
Yeah, big business, Joe the don
Terror baby, BX Boro, holdin' down to the death
It's realer than this you heard, uh what, huh

It's like I'm out to prove somethin'
Every I stop on the block
I set up and try to move somethin'
And I'm talkin' about and pounds
a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300

Can by the scar on my neck
I spar with the
boombay-ay, hit hard with the left
Sharp with the right, I don't know why I
Y'all not
Man ya know what the squadron is

And he can get it too
But I let him die death I probably just collectin' his food
I'm deadin' ya
To tell ya the truth we not
I'm like lil' lease from B-street man I poppin'

The knockin' my shit, the D's watchin' my shift
We can do this however, east glock or the
I leave you to frame, right where you standin'
Daughter slaughtered and maimed you have paid the ransom

It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it
the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid hard, ask the clique
Niggas be you crazy, he got classic shit

It's the T E R R O R squad, get it right
It's the Joe the Don
And the kid hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got shit

It's the kid from the Bronx
Holdin' to the death
You can hear the squad
By the sound of the

A hundred in a sec
Leave you on page
You would think I was down the ROC
The way I just

I puff haze to keep my at ease
Can't wait for the day to see Shyne
This Hip Hop shit is unjust, who you gon'
When most of these record execs is dumb fucks

I keep a gun tuck under my
nigga on the island makin' calls from the celly
We watchin' belly on the DV, 60 TV
shit attach to the back of the CP

This game need me, I'm like once I'm gone
All you have left is a bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women, run a game for the
It's all the same, still runnin' trains my hoodmen

A bunch of goodmen, but get it confused
We like Dinero in heat nigga, nothin' to
I know you the shoot out scene
Don't us reneact
'Cuz I rather be layed up in [incomprehensible] with a actress

It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it
It's the Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the
Niggas be like you crazy, he got shit

It's the T E R R O R squad, get it right
It's the Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the
Niggas be like you crazy, he got shit

Yea, yea, uh, brought to you
By the realest motherfuckers in this
The infamous Terror Squad, yea, real niggas, dons
Real G's ha, ha, on, woo, uh
Ton' Montana in peace forever, never forget, Big Pun