Fat Joe, Prospectt, Big Pun - Triplets lyrics

Since day one, niggas doubted the Don
Cause, I was anon
Now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond
Not only strong but we
Loyal and royally treated
Quadriplegic any squad that wanna
Squabble when I'm heated
Not even God can believe it
The way we regulate
And levitate heavyweight niggas like
They was featherweight
Every day I do the same thing
It's the paid game
To amputate more body parts than gangrene

Yo this a man's game
It's a shame how niggas truly mock me
But who can stop me
From breakin' niggas off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggas
That really live the lyrics
Niggas really fear us
They must've heard we really killers
We're Philly fillers and 40
Guzzlers with millimeters and army colors
Willie niggas that laundry dollars
I'm Nostradamus predictin' the future
My position is crucial
With a non-fiction obsession addiction
To shoot ya

Hey yo I'm better off dead than
Givin' the feds the satisfaction
Subtracting my freedom have me
Missin' in action
A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw
The rest of y'all, fear war
And couldn't follow out the protocol
Joe the God is like the angel of death
Strangle your neck
That's why Don Cartagena's the
Name you respect
I'll leave a pain in your chest
That'll make you question your threshold
Flex like you bench four
Still "bless you" like a chest cold
We destined to explode
That's why I stay on flip mode
You dick rode me long enough Dunn
Now you can let go

Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game
Get the best of me unless you just deaf
Dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm deadly and there
Ain't no gettin' rid of me

Uh, uh, uh, yo! Somebody hold me back
Joey Crack's about to load the gat
And blow this track to the
Stars like the zodiac
Hold me back this max 'n' better
Out for the ass 'n' cheddar
But fast cash don't last forever

I asked the felons
If I don't stay wrapped in leathers
And hats with feathers
I got all the ostriches acting jealous
Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras
Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's
Flown back from Paris

Dat dat's the illest
These body tracks make a rap killings
Others is trying to stack billions
Out in crack buildings
My destiny was to shine, to climb
Especially in time, with the recipe in mind
From the jump start
They ain't have to pump heart in this
I was a part of this, and marvelous stats
It wasn't hard to miss and yo
I had to burn cats like
Arsonists and still continue
Whose on my menu? A record
Deal they couldn't lend you
I had to burn my Glock and earn my spot
The time flew by, had to turn my clock
And start with a new resume
I run into that bitch named Des'ree
She ain't believe my dream was a better way
Prospect'll have to collect dough
Diallin' 905 to L-A-X with somethin'
I was trying to drive
A life that's trife for what
I wore in the fuckin' a thug in pain
I swear to my little cousin's grave

Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game
Get the best of me unless you just deaf
Dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm deadly and there
Ain't no gettin' rid of me
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game
Get the best of me unless you just deaf
Dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm dead in
The middle of little Italy