Terror Era (Album Version|Edited)

Artist：terror squad

Songs Title：terror era

Aiyyo Joe man whats good man

Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin sh*t

They runnin off to the Jakes man

They talkin like you ain't hood ni**a

What's really gangsta ni**a

What up what's poppin man

Aiyyo f**k these niggaz man

Let these niggaz do 88

(yeah uh what uh yo yo)

Migga tryin to change the Ragine, I won't have that

Step in the club in Manhat at

And it feel like sat down, Jose the flow is coc*ine

Niggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the name

It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows

Sh*t nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked coke

I rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite flat

You can battle me up and get your money right back

Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid

The newspaper sh*t

Known for crackin niggaz jaws

And I don't go to court, I talk wit the hawk

Have a forensics specialist outline your corks

About time we fought man

I'm tired of this rumor sh*t, ya whole life's a lie

Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it

You only pretend

Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims

Ni**a what

Yeah yeah thats whats up my ni**a

I see these niggaz ain't f**kin wit you though

But what's up wit these niggaz though man

These niggaz is ridin around in f**kin benzes and sh*t

Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts

Yea man show these niggaz what your 1's like man

What's up

I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week

Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me

Sh*t never claim to be the richest but the truth is

Livest ni**a you've ever seen in show biz

And you know this, notice the dime is poppin

Hold the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin

I'm like Gunny from Dead Pres'

Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread

I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that don't believe us

I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers

I went from humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy's

F**kin wit women that only want me for winnin

Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be shittin

I'm only bonin the b**ch is if y'all could be gettin

Ni**a what!!

Yeah that's what's up Crack

But what's up wit that b**ch when she gonna drop yo

What's up wit Remy man

Where that b**ch at man

Yeah man

Everytime I look around man I don't see no Remy man

Niggaz in the hood want you to call this b**ch out man

What's up man

Yo I don't give a f**k

I don't play that sh*t

And i feel to bust a cap on a ni**a

I run up wit a gat on a ni**a

Cock back on a ni**a

Like Rem's that b**ch and Crack's that ni**a

For every word I spit I get a** cat figures

So f**k a** clappin, I'll clap yo a** ni**a

And chick is so funny cause I gets gully

Rocks throwbacks and fitteds ni**a, hoodies and skullies

Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a Jacob

And I gotta a ＂mac＂ and I don't mean make up

Sellin pies on da block like, I sell aranathum

Do you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em?

Get the bag it cut it shop it f**k it it's mothin

Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle

Sh*t it's sicker than vomit, I swear to God it's disgustin

Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these b**ches can't touch it

You gotta love it I'm buggin word to my cousin Tequila

Slap the sh*t outta any b**ch interferin wit my scrilla

See a ni**a he can get it too, f**k what your dick a do

Even if I stuttered I will still ＂shi shi sh*t on you＂

My ni**a L.V.