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 on...
When I was young
I blazed the corner with a vengance
Crack king descendant,
14 years old facin a sentence
Me and Tone Soul still co-defendats
Know your legends Fat Joe,
Soul blowsin up session
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,
Armageaddon'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
Apply the pressure
like I used to do,
but Crack never left
I traded in my double breasted
for a Mac and a vest
Tell them, icin this
From the heart of Kingston
to the ice of Alaska
Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta
I am di originial, f 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, eleviate stress
Disrespect? wreckless
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-get, whenever whoever
Disrespect Buju Banton
never Lord clever
Wanted, make di front page of di?
you're takin over
Terror Squad crew,
Over, over, over hear this
Easy..
Seeeeeen?
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 f with all brothers
and Bronx bombers
Who want drama,
word to my dead and gone mama
Let me find the next mf
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
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha..
Buju Banton
Original rasta gangsta
Fat Joe
Terror Squad massive
What, what?
Murderous
What
Buju Banton Feat. Fat Joe
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 on...
When I was young
I blazed the corne...
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