Fat Joe, Terror Squad - Watch Out lyrics

Yeah! Straight out the heroin infested
Streets of the Bronx home of corrupt cops
Where niggas get they motherfuckin
Wigs pushed back even if they don't fake jax
Fat Joe
Bringin forth the illest motherfuckers
In this whole rap game hey yo Armageddon
Let these motherfuckers know

You look, I look, you invite it, I took
I forever wearin it
You know stone cold crook
What's truth, what's lie? Who's people
Who spy?
It's life and death, choose live or die
Ultimates who made em why do we even exist?
When we die is there heaven
Or is it total blackness?
For any touch there's a feeling
Touch and y'all felt we can exchange shots
Until our chambers melt


There's mad tension in the air
(mad tension in the air)
Over one man's stare, you wanna dare
Yo Crack
Eject the Tech from the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray
And flame him up like arson
It's dangerous business
Opposites, these strangers be
Bendin opposites so put your face in mine
Best brace your spine
Cause opposites may attract
But they don't combine my impact so fat
You feel your vertabrates grind
Now delayed second thoughts run
Through your mind when my slugs connect
And strike your major arteries
When my fists connect
They causin major injuries
What you know Junior? You not evil
Uhh, the South Bronx is the
Wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has
Enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines
Hey yo Punisher
Hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme

Yo, I cause a bloody bath to
Make my buddies laugh and gig'
My nutty wrath'll live as long
As I'm a nasty kid
I blast a pig and slit his
Throat just for Toom and L
My skills' a human' I choke &
Puff shell puffin boom in Hell
I doom the world like I was
God and throw my gun away
Then snatch the moon out the sky
And blow the sun away
Me and my brothers play hardball
Strictly hardcore
Lyrics til I'm finished breakin God's laws
My job's raw but I gotta do it
- I'm feelin high then buddhaed
So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid
The spot I blew it at an early age
Ever since the curly braids
I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge
There's dirty ways to get paid
If you got the balls
Just load the Glock and cause the
Hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't stop or pause
Let the shotty go up his butt to finish up
Punchin body blows and uppercuts

The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has
Enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines
Hey yo Keith Nut
Hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme

Yo, I cause damage, rap's red handed bandit
Well I'll be god damnit
I kick ass like I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the slaughter when my
Brain is out of order
Got kicked out my church
Cause, I got caught fuckin
My preacher's daughter
Menace like Dennis on the MIC
You best run son
I'm sendin emcees up shit's creek
So don't sleep, cause I creep
On New York streets like I'm a big fat dick
Wack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids
Take em home, fuck em good
Then send em back to you in bandages
You lose, cause I got, the ill street
And still keep
The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a
The East coast so watch your back black
Bronx niggas don't play
If you ever fake jax
I'll slit yo' throat like OJ

Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew
Straight out the South Bronx
The livest motherfuckin corners of the Bronx
Keepin in realer
My motherfuckin nigga Keith Nut
Armageddon the Reddin
My nigga Big Dog Punisher
Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp
All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah
Watch your motherfuckin back
Blow out the back of your domepiece
DITC forever motherfuckers