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Yeah, my niggas Throw your hands in the air right now man Feel this shit right here, Scott Storch, nigga Yeah, Khalid I see you nigga, show Big Pun love
[ 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
Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat Follow the leader through
It's on now Feel threatened by this T-squad T.s. Takin shit [ verse 1: armageaddon ] We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this Tec-9
Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop Nothings gonna stop me Aye yo I walk the walk, talk the talk New York what's liver son, I'm Iver son Killer
Boriqua, baby Word up I know this girl, the bitch you fucked for free As long as she knows that you're down then it's alright with me So come on over
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
Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin' men to mice Breakin' the law, city urban tower without
Never jump up in-a 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
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
Chorus] Let me take you home She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home She wanna turn me on breakfast in the morn' And she said "Daddy let