[Intro: Cuban Link, Big Pun]
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Yeah, yeah
For the streets, for the streets
Yeah, yo
[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Let the games begin, got adrenaline rushing through my veins again
Running my skin got me all fired up and determined to win
It's a personal thing on the mic, I'm murdering men
It's worse than rain, it all depends who's more thirsty with thin
I'll be the first one to swing, wrecking helmets
Snapping your pelvis, if you're sweet as Elvis then it help us
Bitch, you get that ass dealt with, I'm telling her how it is
Dropping it with the politics, don't makе me cock the fifth in public
Clip me with this [?], I'm about to flip, it's еither now or never
I'd rather dine and live forever, Terror Squad, I'm with whatever
The more pressure the better, head up, I'm going head up
Bringing the terror, it won't go down, we go down together
[Verse 2: Billy Klubz, Cuban Link]
Yo, yo, when I hit it, I hit from every angle
And when I spit, I spit the blade and bang you
And break you down like Candi Naval
I break your face and have the surgeons working for hours
I bless you like in the churches when candles burning the flowers
I'm thirsty for power, got my dollars flirting with powder
Now I'm working with scholars plotters in the worst of the violence
Who's dirty like ours? Little vils, I pledge allegiance
Who's worthy of ours? Little vils, trying to catch the meaning
Yo, it's Billy Klubz, the club hopper, the thug popper
That be smoking my guns like blunts, son, I need a lung doctor
Fuck the prognosis, focus on the large toaster
With the MAC-10, I give commandments like the Black Moses
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Yeah, yeah
For the streets, for the streets
Yeah, yo
[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Let the games begin, got adrenaline rushing through my veins again
Running my skin got me all fired up and determined to win
It's a personal thing on the mic, I'm murdering men
It's worse than rain, it all depends who's more thirsty with thin
I'll be the first one to swing, wrecking helmets
Snapping your pelvis, if you're sweet as Elvis then it help us
Bitch, you get that ass dealt with, I'm telling her how it is
Dropping it with the politics, don't makе me cock the fifth in public
Clip me with this [?], I'm about to flip, it's еither now or never
I'd rather dine and live forever, Terror Squad, I'm with whatever
The more pressure the better, head up, I'm going head up
Bringing the terror, it won't go down, we go down together
[Verse 2: Billy Klubz, Cuban Link]
Yo, yo, when I hit it, I hit from every angle
And when I spit, I spit the blade and bang you
And break you down like Candi Naval
I break your face and have the surgeons working for hours
I bless you like in the churches when candles burning the flowers
I'm thirsty for power, got my dollars flirting with powder
Now I'm working with scholars plotters in the worst of the violence
Who's dirty like ours? Little vils, I pledge allegiance
Who's worthy of ours? Little vils, trying to catch the meaning
Yo, it's Billy Klubz, the club hopper, the thug popper
That be smoking my guns like blunts, son, I need a lung doctor
Fuck the prognosis, focus on the large toaster
With the MAC-10, I give commandments like the Black Moses
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