Terror Squad, Fat Joe, Remy Ma - Terror Era lyrics

Aiyyo Joe man whats good man
Aiyyo I hear niggas poppin shit
They runnin off to the Jakes man
They talkin like you ain't hood nigga
What's really gangsta nigga
What up what's poppin man
Aiyyo fuck these niggas man
Let these niggas do 88

(yeah uh what uh yo yo)
Migga tryin to change the Ragine
I won't have that
Step in the club in Manhat at
And it feel like sat down
Jose the flow is cocaine
Niggas even got the nerve tryin
To clone the name
It's the kid wit a thousand aliases
The hood knows
Shit nowadays got niggas callin
Me cooked coke i rise to the to the top and
I lay it down quite flat
You can battle me up and
Get your money right back
Crack niggas clap niggas wit the fo' kid
The newspaper shit
Known for crackin niggas jaws
And I don't go to court, I talk wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist
Outline your corks about time we fought man
I'm tired of this rumor shit
Ya whole life's a lie
Let you slide but you ruin it
We the guys doin it you only pretend
Shoot the place to merk off
In my loyalty rims nigga what

Yeah, yeah thats whats up my nigga
I see these niggas ain't
Fuckin wit you though
But what's up wit these niggas though man
These niggas is ridin around in
Fuckin benzes and shit
Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts
Yea man show these niggas what
Your 1's like man what's up

I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week
Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me
Shit never claim to be the
Richest but the truth is
Livest nigga you've ever seen in show biz
And you know this, notice the dime is poppin
Hold the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin
I'm like Gunny from Dead Pres'
Put the gun in your mouth and tell you
How lucky you are to break bread
I'm tired of sonnin niggas
That don't believe us
I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers
I went from humble beginners
To ownin the Jimmy's
Fuckin wit women that only want me for winnin
Only for homey sittin
Scuse me but don't be shittin
I'm only bonin the bitch is
If y'all could be gettin nigga what!

Yeah that's what's up Crack
But what's up wit that bitch
When she gonna drop yo
What's up wit Remy man
Where that bitch at man yeah man
Everytime I look around man I
Don't see no Remy man
Niggas in the hood want you to
Call this bitch out man what's up man

Yo I don't give a fuck
I don't play that shit
And I feel to bust a cap on a nigga
I run up wit a gat on a nigga
Cock back on a nigga
Like Rem's that bitch and Crack's that nigga
For every word I spit I get ass cat figures
So fuck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass nigga
And chick is so funny cause I gets gully
Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga
Hoodies and skullies
Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a Jacob
And I gotta a "mac" and I don't mean make up
Sellin pies on da block like
I sell aranathum
Do you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop
It fuck it it's mothin
Got the product the power and the
Will to do the hustle
Shit it's sicker than vomit
I swear to God it's disgustin
Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so
These bitches can't touch it
You gotta love it I'm buggin
Word to my cousin Tequila
Slap the shit outta any bitch
Interferin wit my scrilla
See a nigga he can get it too
Fuck what your dick a do
Even if I stuttered I will still
"shi shi shit on you" my nigga LV