me Try to relax Let it happen My hopes turn To crystal matter Watch them shimmer As they shatter Night terrors in my mind Thoughts I cannot hide Dreams that play On my cold fears Night terrors
no more dallying with the King of Terrors..." Edgar Allan Poe - The Pit and the Pendulum I awake - without the sun encased in walls of steel terror
pants and do the roc away Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Yeah, Bronx, B X bird Terror Squad Uh, Big punk forever, to more terror forever
[ intro: fat joe ] Yeah yeah Terror squad what-what Cuban link what-what '99, baby [ verse 1: cuban link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I
Yeah This is classic shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready You know I had to bring 'em back Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh
Yeah yeah, what, Terror Squad From the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin' death penalties and all that Charlie Rock el D Yeah, yeah,
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 niggas
Down The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now An' when the chips are down Yea, I gets it poppin' everybody
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
All in the clubs they be killin this You love the way we rip a track We take a little love, then give it back We terror squad, terror squad [ verse 2
retarded shit, this is gangsta' music Joey Crack bring in the chorus kid Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop Nothings gonna stop me Hey you singing nigga Terror error Terror
B Let's get his money, now let's do it, twin I got the product, you supply the grin We chop it up, bag it up, hit her with the raw Terror Squad, now
To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my To all my peoples that passed away To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my To to to, free
your vest Keith's the last to test The last to gasp for breath Send you on a crash course to death when I blast the Tec Terror faculty known for fillin
mi face 'cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Terror
On the streets of New York On the streets of New York I was standin' by the Hydrin watchin' time fly by Me and Crazy Lou, Tony Tuibe with them brown eyes
for?" She said "Terrific Sex", yeah that too and the diamonds is no facade Used to be a broke nigga from the BX, now I'm rich got the world screamin Terror
