[ 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
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
body heat, decimals less My shotie completes the measure of death I'm hittin your chest I'm only 1100 double threat, beware of the rest Terror Squad's
wanna fuck around pana Puffin pounds of marijuana wit my honor ross Gunner floss in the sun of fog getting charge so we'll party dark Terror Squad my
(Fat Joe speaking) Yea yea, what uh, Terror Squad uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties
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 come on, baby Let
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 Squad
of the last to go One of the last to flow One of the last niggas to blow [ CHORUS: Armageaddon ] Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad)
the cops For us to stop'll take all of they got Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block (Terror Squad!) Deep in the borough where the
[Chorus] 2x [Tony Sunshine] Yo If you want it in the morning and you need it in the night I'm a give it to you baby I'm a give it to you right [Sapphira
Ain't nothin changed, I die in this game Take the stand and the blame for my man I carry the name revenge Terror Squad in begets carved on my chain Yeah Terror Squad
(feat. Armageddon, Big Pun & Cuban Link) What, fuck ya want from me, see i love my thugs but im a terrorist nigga and imma terrorize ya ass till gone
(feat. Bleach Brothers, Fat Joe & Triple Seis) (Fat Joe) Yeah, Yeah (Mmm) This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm) Italiano (what) Ya
'm wild Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggaz shoot in the clouds (Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from hell Who's in the house (Terror Squad
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? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Terror Squad
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: Prospect
sports, I'm in the game Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade [DJ Khaled:] Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad Dade
Red carpet to the Larmitage We throwin red dice At the Mirage I pull that red Lamborghini Or twenties out my garage Instead of shopping South Beach like - and Terror Squad
