Terror Squadians Fat Joe (Ft. Terror Squad)

[Spoken Intro: Fat Joe]
Terror Squad
Ungh
Now why you wanna go and fuck with them?
Platinum status motherfuckers
Eat a dick

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Now who's the underated pro they scared to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics? All my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us and blow for blow
I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors
I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches
No one's against us, roll with the riches or float with the fishes
The revolution has started that's why I'm undercarded
My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed
As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall
Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue
Swarming informers like cops at drug corners
Feds got the bugs on us, Trying to lay the law up on us
They want us in jails with bails too high to bond
But am I the Don? Shit, I'll be out by the morn'
Word bond, my game is on lock, 'trigger ball-cocked
And its never ever gonna stop

[Verse 2: Prospect]
Yo, yo, I play the game with caution
Sun changes, gave power creative activities
Bring fame and fortune, why can't you live this?
All day, hands on bitches with financial ventures
Enhance the riches, gotta hold the cake
My grandmoms had dreams
But it seems I couldn't graduate or go to Drake
It hurts at nights, I gots to reimburse the rights
Niggas is worse than shiest for the merchandise
My words precise 'cause if not, I wouldn't speak it
I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekend
Outside it's pretty clothes I live but with the titty-ho
Knock a nigga out for the shit he stole, we already degraded
Me and my family the most hated, bitch, we barely both made it
See, to them we relate to everything in the street
I'm sellin' coke, crack, to dope, plus swingin' the heat