Westside Connection - Terrorist Threats lyrics
[Westside Connection - Terrorist Threats lyrics]
(duck nigga, westcoast)
I can make a promise now to take your life
(westside, bustin' that janky)
I can be that threat that
Make you change your life
(duck nigga, westcoast)
I can make a promise now to take your life
(westside, bustin' that janky)
It's about fuckin' time
Niggas ta came up with some real shit
And start bustin' on you bitch
Niggas and kill some shit
Hot shells and cocktails, rags on faces
A terrorist fuckin' it up in
Chucks with fat laces
In my cutoffs I stand with triggery canon
Nah bitch
I ain't from the Taliban
I'm from the niggaban
Westside, roll 'em motherfuckers up
Call me Dub McVeigh about to
Blow this motherfucker up
We got you niggas scared like a
Snitch at a gangsta cook out
And when the meter read red
All cowards get took out
Back with more firepower than before
To us a nuclear bombin' is just a drug war
And I got no gangstarizm and stardom
And got niggas shakin' that
Ain't even from Harlem
Spit rapid fire down in the whole place
And it's hard to breathe with
Duck tape on your face
I'm from that WSCG car
Beat you up in ER from my PR
Nigga, superstar, smokin' on a cigar
Little homies know who the OG's are
Been the shit since '86 and even right now
And gotta brag to this
Bitches 'bout my lifestyle
Don't mistake the Westsider for Al-Qaeda
This ain't soopafly nigga I'm a spida
"an open microphone can be dangerous"
I can make a promise now to take your life
(westside, bustin' that janky)
I can be that threat that
Make you change your life
(duck nigga, westcoast)
I can make a promise now to take your life
(westside, bustin' that janky)
It's about fuckin' time
Niggas ta came up with some real shit
And start bustin' on you bitch
Niggas and kill some shit
Hot shells and cocktails, rags on faces
A terrorist fuckin' it up in
Chucks with fat laces
In my cutoffs I stand with triggery canon
Nah bitch
I ain't from the Taliban
I'm from the niggaban
Westside, roll 'em motherfuckers up
Call me Dub McVeigh about to
Blow this motherfucker up
We got you niggas scared like a
Snitch at a gangsta cook out
And when the meter read red
All cowards get took out
Back with more firepower than before
To us a nuclear bombin' is just a drug war
And I got no gangstarizm and stardom
And got niggas shakin' that
Ain't even from Harlem
Spit rapid fire down in the whole place
And it's hard to breathe with
Duck tape on your face
I'm from that WSCG car
Beat you up in ER from my PR
Nigga, superstar, smokin' on a cigar
Little homies know who the OG's are
Been the shit since '86 and even right now
And gotta brag to this
Bitches 'bout my lifestyle
Don't mistake the Westsider for Al-Qaeda
This ain't soopafly nigga I'm a spida
"an open microphone can be dangerous"