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letra de '99 live - terror squad

don’t be scared of this
terror sqaud
don’t be scared of this
that’s right, that’s right
prospecto, follow me here now

throw your hands up, my live n-gg-s in the cut
fut your triggers up, if you got love say
“n-gg-, n-gg- what” like you don’t give a f-ck
b-tches playin’ n-gg-s just to get a buck, get a buck

yo, it’s the p r o s p e c t, i’m a thug you can’t ph.d. me
catch me in the back of the club switchin’ it up
type of n-gg- to get drunk and p-ss in your cup
listen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin’ the triz
and some, they tryin’ to pull it off right in front of the kids
before i think about coming to cribs, i be lugging my glitz so big
on the waist it be rubbing my ribs, it’s very dangerous f-ckin’ with this

i been doublin’ chips holdin’ my own with the chrome double-grips
up in the mix, caught a couple of vics when i used to fight
but i ain’t been scufflin’ since this is as tough as it gets
never leave nothin’ with prints or you get blast
and you’re chopped up and stuffed in the fridge
they not playin’ me, i perfected this game from a to z
the ones i don’t know will need ropes to hands and knees

throw your hands up, my live n-gg-s in the cut
fut your triggers up, if you got love say
“n-gg-, n-gg- what” like you don’t give a f-ck
b-tches playin’ n-gg-s just to get a buck, get a buck

this sh-t’ll never stop, as long as i live, i’ma forever rock
and stop n-gg-s right where they standin’ when the biretta pop
my moms said i better not, but knew i had to
i said, “i’m bustin’ mines, and ain’t n-body movin’ at you”
she laughed too, like i was jokin’, when i’m chrome-totin’
i have a n-gg- in his home hopin’ i don’t blow his dome open
i stay stoned, smokin’ while i’m on the low, i’m copin’

a cool guy, but at times you catch me tone-locin’
been through a lotta sh-t, but never had a bone broken
it’s tragic how i rap sh-t with my own potion
from here to hoboken i was hoppin’ trains with no token
now i’m on stage, they say i’m show-boatin’ my flow potent
’cause it’s mixed in raw spell it backwards, it’s ‘war’ the gat spits
you back flip through the door i kill ’em all, terror squadian style
i only get down with the crown, only partyin’ wild, you heard me

throw your hands up, my live n-gg-s in the cut
fut your triggers up, if you got love say
“n-gg-, n-gg- what” like you don’t give a f-ck
b-tches playin’ n-gg-s just to get a buck, get a buck

now everybody from b-k, throw ’em up
now everybody from new jerz, throw ’em up
now everybody from q-b, throw ’em up
now everybody from the b-x, throw ’em up
now everybody from staten island, throw ’em up
to all my partners from west side, throw ’em up
now everybody from the east coast, throw ’em up
if you dirty like the south, throw ’em up, you better throw ’em up

my man big pun, hit ’em up
my man joey crack, hit ’em up
the whole terror squad hit ’em up
the thoroughbreds, we hit ’em up
prospect, ’99
it’s almost over, baby right

- terror squad

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