Текст (слова) песни: Fat Joe f Terror Squad - Thicker Than Blood

 
[Fat Joe] 
I don`t give a fuck about you duke 
The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof 
Still pussy after all that loot 
Smack you right in front of your troops 
You know how we do, pakinamac in the back of the coup 
You loose, that`s why you gon get it 
Me and my squad is known to set it 
Front guard and get ahead of this 
It`s pathematic how you run the streets 
I bring guns to beef, while you send your son to speech 
We a hundred deep and stay bustin the heat 
Puttin niggas to sleep, in six feet sweaps 
Joe the Don, ready for war when it`s on 
Come on, tell me who can hold it down this long 
I`m strong that my name will live on when I`m gone 
Word bond, I conquer shit like Genghis Khan 
You been warned by the Terror Squadrans, ghetto sergeant 
Next time I see that ass in carter the`ll be no pardon 
 
Chorus 2X: Armageddon 
Terror Squad pop, ain`t nothin thicker than blood 
I sware to God all my thugs die quicker than love 
But life flex again, I`ll be back livin it up 
And If drop, you don`t stop, keep lickin ya slugs 
 
[Prospect] 
Aiyo, it started off since 1979 
A young nigga that was born and destined to shine 
I`ve been thru ups and downs, cash tellin cracks 
Bustin rounds, I saw buyers get hit up in crossfires 
Bosses retire, expired by hitmans for hire 
Wines strictly for bitches, suckin dicks to get higher 
In this world the more that you lust 
Fake ones that do fake shit, only a dummy you trust 
How can I have love walkin on this earth with dust 
Hence the birth it was bug, I fiend search for the drugs 
And being punched supply the guns, when we curse you with slugs 
But fuck it, everything ain`t goin to work for you cuz 
I got to make these pesos in case lobes, niggas ya make fold 
Like envelopes and take notes 
Had an ash runnin the dash like JJ Stokes 
When the gun smoke, I quote another Murder He Wrote 
It`s thug emotions that I`m lettin off my chest 
Turn of the leader, tress and jess be the best like T.S. 
I`m in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype 
Better get it right, or get dented on sight 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
[Armageddon] 
I`m just tryin to figure what right, 
kinda hard to pull a trigger polite 
Scriptures of right can`t discribe how I`m sick in this life 
Pick up a mic and end it all in a session 
Blow my brains out, and let the kid sour the rezin 
I told ya niggas my brain was way above ya heads 
Niggas be slumpin dead, so snappin they spines 
Tryin to see what I fed, peep what I read in the eyes of my rival 
It might surprise, but jealously sometimes is the only way for survival 
Don`t get me wrong, I`m still a piece of shit 
Street fires increased a bit, I might body a nigga for at least a nick 
Quipin the forty power, 24 hours of Armageddon 
The fly terrorist, chapter of sporty cowards 
Holy sours, clense my sins thru repentence 
A center of attention when the name of my enemy is mentioned 
A nigga inchin, must be but stinkin how my squad run 
Cuz I ain`t dyin till my fam straight, sware on my godson 
 
Chorus 2X
 

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