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    Don't be scared of this
    (Terror Sqaud)
    Don't be scared of this
    (That's right, that's right)
    Follow me here now

    [ CHORUS ]
    Throw your hands up
    My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
    If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga what"
    (Nigga what) Like you don't give a fuck
    Bitches playin niggas just to get a buck
    Get a buck (Yeah, we hit em up) (2x)

    [ VERSE 1: Prospect ]
    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 nigga to get drunk and piss 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 fuckin 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

    [ CHORUS ]

    [ VERSE 2: Prospect ]
    This shit'll never stop, as long as I live, I'ma forever rock
    And stop niggas right where they standin when the baretta pop
    My moms said I better not, but knew I had to
    I said, "I'm bustin mines, and ain't nobody movin at you"
    She laughed too, like I was jokin, when I'm chrome-totin
    I have a nigga 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 shit, but never had a bone broken
    It's tragic how I rap shit 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 backflip through the door
    I kill em all, Terror Squadian style
    I only get down with the crown, only partyin wild
    Ya heard

    [ CHORUS ]

    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 Westside, 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
    It's almost over, baby

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