Terror Squad, Buju Banton - Rudeboy Salute lyrics
[Terror Squad, Buju Banton - Rudeboy Salute lyrics]
Never jump up in-a mi 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?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Terror Squad leader, come down
When I was young I blazed
The corner with a vengeance
Crack king descendant
14 years old facin' a sentence
Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants
Know your legends, Fat Joe
Soul blowin' up sessions
Split dough with detectives to get
My flow in protection
Through the ice on my gold
You see your own reflection
Can't tell me shit about
Murder and movin' weight
I got niggas that's off the scale that'll
Bust through you and your mate
It's proven today
Armageddon's comin' sooner than late
We rappers that really blast
I know Cuban relates
50 niggas of terror, rockin' 560 leathers
Some of us are dyin' to gain
But the name lives forever
Marked on my flesh to
Make my thoughts manifest when I spark
No man's heart could withstand
Through the test
So apply the pressure like I used
To do but Crack never left
I traded in my double breasted for
A Mac and a vest, what the fuck?
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Tonight is a whole lot of fun, tell them
Icin' this from the heart of Kingston to
The ice of Alaska
Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta, I
Am di original, fuck di impostor
Determined to make it with or without ya
No borders, no boundaries
I've got to take care of my enemies
Don't you oppress, alleviate stress
Artillery strapped over my chest
Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left
Skip and dive, duck like The Matrix
From the day I've been born
I have been a target get, get, whenever
Whoever disrespect Buju Banton
Terror Squad crew, you're takin'
Over, over, over, over, hear dis
Never jump up in-a mi 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?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Little baby jacker
Raised my little sister while you baby-sat
Why she livin' fat, she ain't
Got a baby back, ya heard?
Cause where we at, it's either live or die
I seen a nigga sky high from blye
Cause he thought the shit was fly
I let you ride if you bustin'
I let you die if you bluffin'
Cause to die is the whole price of nothin'
You fuckin' with all brothers
And Bronx bombers who want dramas
Word to my dead and gone mama
Let me find the next muthafucka
Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don Carta
And I'ma have to jig a
Nigga like Shawn Carter
What's wrong, partner?
Punisher peel your banana, see you mañana
Leave your mama covered with a white cama
That's right, I'ma be there with my guns
Blowin' the spot
I ain't got no hair on my tongues
Cause where I'm from
We don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York
New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton
Tell them, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton
Tell them, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta
Fat Joe, Terror Squad massive
What, what? Murderous, what?
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Terror Squad leader, come down
When I was young I blazed
The corner with a vengeance
Crack king descendant
14 years old facin' a sentence
Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants
Know your legends, Fat Joe
Soul blowin' up sessions
Split dough with detectives to get
My flow in protection
Through the ice on my gold
You see your own reflection
Can't tell me shit about
Murder and movin' weight
I got niggas that's off the scale that'll
Bust through you and your mate
It's proven today
Armageddon's comin' sooner than late
We rappers that really blast
I know Cuban relates
50 niggas of terror, rockin' 560 leathers
Some of us are dyin' to gain
But the name lives forever
Marked on my flesh to
Make my thoughts manifest when I spark
No man's heart could withstand
Through the test
So apply the pressure like I used
To do but Crack never left
I traded in my double breasted for
A Mac and a vest, what the fuck?
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Tonight is a whole lot of fun, tell them
Icin' this from the heart of Kingston to
The ice of Alaska
Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta, I
Am di original, fuck di impostor
Determined to make it with or without ya
No borders, no boundaries
I've got to take care of my enemies
Don't you oppress, alleviate stress
Artillery strapped over my chest
Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left
Skip and dive, duck like The Matrix
From the day I've been born
I have been a target get, get, whenever
Whoever disrespect Buju Banton
Terror Squad crew, you're takin'
Over, over, over, over, hear dis
Never jump up in-a mi 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?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Little baby jacker
Raised my little sister while you baby-sat
Why she livin' fat, she ain't
Got a baby back, ya heard?
Cause where we at, it's either live or die
I seen a nigga sky high from blye
Cause he thought the shit was fly
I let you ride if you bustin'
I let you die if you bluffin'
Cause to die is the whole price of nothin'
You fuckin' with all brothers
And Bronx bombers who want dramas
Word to my dead and gone mama
Let me find the next muthafucka
Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don Carta
And I'ma have to jig a
Nigga like Shawn Carter
What's wrong, partner?
Punisher peel your banana, see you mañana
Leave your mama covered with a white cama
That's right, I'ma be there with my guns
Blowin' the spot
I ain't got no hair on my tongues
Cause where I'm from
We don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York
New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton
Tell them, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton
Tell them, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta
Fat Joe, Terror Squad massive
What, what? Murderous, what?