Terror Squad Lyrics
Terror Squad Lyrics
"Feelin' This Lyrics"
I miss my lung Lyrics
Another Sunday morning another boring day Another lonely sunrise takes my breath away I miss my lung I thought you'd never leave me god how I was wrong A part of me is missing It seems it's been so long I miss my lung After all the songs are sung I miss my lung I tried to forget you And live with my regrets I tried not to miss you I recall your lovely brea
Another Sunday morning another boring day Another lonely sunrise takes my breath away I miss my lung I thought you'd never leave me god how I was wrong A part of me is missing It seems it's been so long I miss my lung After all the songs are sung I miss my lung I tried to forget you And live with my regrets I tried not to miss you I recall your lovely brea
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
Tec-9s with silver clips, my ?set's style? is still legit
Ain't nothin changed
You can tell I'm comin, cause the weather strange
Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range
Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends
Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited]
Will go and ride with me
Through the levels of hell in this atrocity
Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me
He said his name was Michael and introduced me to evil acts like
Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back
Nobody move, nobody get burst open
Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin-
Ass become the fi
Sugar In Your Coffee Lyrics
SUGAR IN YOUR COFFEE (Ray Griff) « © '72 Blue Echo Music » I came downstairs and found the morning paper by my plate A glass of orange juice waitin' there for me I looked across the table and I saw the sweetest face And she smiled at me and then I heard to say Do you want sugar in your coffee honey on your toast Or baby would you rather that I hold you close Do you want scrambled eggs and ba
rst smokinSUGAR IN YOUR COFFEE (Ray Griff) « © '72 Blue Echo Music » I came downstairs and found the morning paper by my plate A glass of orange juice waitin' there for me I looked across the table and I saw the sweetest face And she smiled at me and then I heard to say Do you want sugar in your coffee honey on your toast Or baby would you rather that I hold you close Do you want scrambled eggs and ba
Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence
My Squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it
Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out your [asshole]
And all for gettin cash with the blow I got from Castro
[ CHORUS ]
You gotta ask yourself how ill is this
Only my thug niggas feelin this
All in the clubs they be killin this
You love the way we rip a track
Where all my terrorist niggas at?
Show me some love, give me love
You gotta ask yourself how ill is this
Only my thug niggas feelin this
All in the clubs they be killin this
You love the way we rip a track
We take a little love, then give it back
We Terror Squad, Terror Squad
[ VERSE 2: Prospect ]
I master this, when I throw shots I'm slappin wrists
Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I ain't imm
Hate Rush Lyrics
Freedom with a gunshot wound, you like to take it. Know what your pay is for, ever tasted? The pounding breath of war, don't you feel it? The hatred's turned on you. The hatred's turned on you! The hatred grows in you! You're a freak, just like others. But you are weak, to break the strings that holds you. You would like to have it. The strength to control all, don't you know it. The target is aimed atculate
You packin it? Better be bustin, I'm steadily rushin
Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted
You pussed it, but it ain't the cops
Turn your back, and like you saw death
Lost breath, I left you in shock
You was amazed how the glock raised from the waist
Got blazed in your face, was about to drop mace in the place
Chill like I did enough, cause real niggas hit em up
We'll leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it up
This ain't a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroom
And spark boom, step in my path, I leave a heart wound
We pullin out without bustin, no, make no sense
It's like d's lockin you up and don't take no prints
Tell your man in the black van I like it when my canon react
In one second that shit'll blow your family back
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Big Pun ]
I though
Keep the Mac under the sweater, ready to clap any nigga
Whether on stage or in the gutter
I put you frontpage on the cover
When I pump the gauge through your blubber
You muthafuckas better get protection
I got a Smith & Wesson
Strong enough to launch you up with _The Jetsons_
Spacely Sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
??? and disgrace your ???
I lace the bastard, Dr. Evil let it rumble
Get sent up fuck it ??? bubble
Lookin for trouble you've come to the right place
Pun's out the ice age
A caveman raised by a clan of white apes
An urban legend, in God's eye the perfect seven
The first to get in the devil's ass with a verse from heaven
Reverse the emblem, he ain't ready for the logo
Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his bobo
Freedom with a gunshot wound, you like to take it. Know what your pay is for, ever tasted? The pounding breath of war, don't you feel it? The hatred's turned on you. The hatred's turned on you! The hatred grows in you! You're a freak, just like others. But you are weak, to break the strings that holds you. You would like to have it. The strength to control all, don't you know it. The target is aimed at
You packin it? Better be bustin, I'm steadily rushin
Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted
You pussed it, but it ain't the cops
Turn your back, and like you saw death
Lost breath, I left you in shock
You was amazed how the glock raised from the waist
Got blazed in your face, was about to drop mace in the place
Chill like I did enough, cause real niggas hit em up
We'll leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it up
This ain't a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroom
And spark boom, step in my path, I leave a heart wound
We pullin out without bustin, no, make no sense
It's like d's lockin you up and don't take no prints
Tell your man in the black van I like it when my canon react
In one second that shit'll blow your family back
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Big Pun ]
I though
Alice Lyrics
Alice, Alice had a dream She dreamt Elizabeth Taylor was her next door neighbour She's candy floss in a 60s skirt She's I learn to pogo But she ain't no flirt She dresses in pink yellowy blue She walks around with nothing to do Shes Richard and Judy Cider and sleep The one that you look at walking down the street Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright Alice
I told you I only rap for the cheddarAlice, Alice had a dream She dreamt Elizabeth Taylor was her next door neighbour She's candy floss in a 60s skirt She's I learn to pogo But she ain't no flirt She dresses in pink yellowy blue She walks around with nothing to do Shes Richard and Judy Cider and sleep The one that you look at walking down the street Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright Alice
Keep the Mac under the sweater, ready to clap any nigga
Whether on stage or in the gutter
I put you frontpage on the cover
When I pump the gauge through your blubber
You muthafuckas better get protection
I got a Smith & Wesson
Strong enough to launch you up with _The Jetsons_
Spacely Sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
??? and disgrace your ???
I lace the bastard, Dr. Evil let it rumble
Get sent up fuck it ??? bubble
Lookin for trouble you've come to the right place
Pun's out the ice age
A caveman raised by a clan of white apes
An urban legend, in God's eye the perfect seven
The first to get in the devil's ass with a verse from heaven
Reverse the emblem, he ain't ready for the logo
Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his bobo