Fat Joe, Terror Squad - Thicker Than Blood lyrics

I don't give a fuck about you duke
The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof
Still pussy after all that loot
Smack you right in front of your troops
You know how we do
Pakinamac in the back of the coup
You loose, that's why you gon get it
Me and my squad is known to set it
Front guard and get ahead of this
It's pathematic how you run the streets
I bring guns to beef
While you send your son to speech
We a hundred deep and stay bustin the heat
Puttin niggas to sleep, in six feet sweaps
Joe the Don, ready for war when it's on
Come on
Tell me who can hold it down this long
I'm strong that my name will
Live on when I'm gone
Word bond, I conquer shit like Genghis Khan
You been warned by the Terror Squadrans
Ghetto sergeant next time I see that ass in
Carter the'll be no pardon

Armageddon terror Squad pop
Ain't nothin thicker than blood
I sware to God all my
Thugs die quicker than love
But life flex again, I'll be back livin it up
And If drop, you don't stop
Keep lickin ya slugs

Aiyo, it started off since 1979
A young nigga that was born
And destined to shine
I've been thru ups and downs
Cash tellin cracks bustin rounds
I saw buyers get hit up in crossfires
Bosses retire, expired by hitmans for hire
Wines strictly for bitches
Suckin dicks to get higher
In this world the more that you lust
Fake ones that do fake shit
Only a dummy you trust
How can I have love walkin
On this earth with dust
Hence the birth it was bug
I fiend search for the drugs
And being punched supply the guns
When we curse you with slugs but fuck it
Everything ain't goin to work for you cuz
I got to make these pesos in case lobes
Niggas ya make fold
Like envelopes and take notes
Had an ash runnin the dash like JJ Stokes
When the gun smoke
I quote another Murder He Wrote
It's thug emotions that I'm
Lettin off my chest turn of the leader
Tress and jess be the best like TS
I'm in for life, ready to fight
My twins is hype
Better get it right, or get dented on sight

I'm just tryin to figure what right
Kinda hard to pull a trigger polite
Scriptures of right can't discribe how
I'm sick in this life
Pick up a mic and end it all in a session
Blow my brains out
And let the kid sour the rezin
I told ya niggas my brain
Was way above ya heads
Niggas be slumpin dead
So snappin they spines
Tryin to see what I fed
Peep what I read in the eyes of my rival
It might surprise
But jealously sometimes is the
Only way for survival
Don't get me wrong, I'm still a piece of shit
Street fires increased a bit
I might body a nigga for at least a nick
Quipin the forty power
24 hours of Armageddon
The fly terrorist, chapter of sporty cowards
Holy sours, clense my sins thru repentence
A center of attention when the name
Of my enemy is mentioned a nigga inchin
Must be but stinkin how my squad run
Cuz I ain't dyin till my fam straight
Sware on my godson