War - Terror Squad, Triple Seis

Yo, I’ma lay the law with A.K.'s or metaphors

Make way for the ghetto roar, these days I set it off

Y’all hardcore, that’s why I batter you all

Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make a fad ???

Terror Squad to my death, tombstone on my chest

With the chrome in the vest, alone or with T.S.

I’ma rep it, I’m a Dominican, now you accept it It’s like you seen death and chose the Lord as the shepherd

You sceptical, niggas on the block ain’t respectin you

Checkin you, ain’t gonna stop when they deckin you

Who gon' dock you?

I’m comin at you like a tackle

To leave a personal scar in your chest like a tattoo

Seis’ll clap you, put your dick in the dirt

Click at a herb when I spit a clip and rip through your shirt

I’m the worst of the beast, put my work on the streets

Do the work with the heat, don’t make me burst through your meat

I kill alive for my twin

Bust I’ll and do the time for my twin

Trust that it’s real

And he’ll be at my side at the end

I got guns that’ll silence your men

We bust off and let the begin

Aight then

Yo yo, Seis come off with a thunderous start

Punish niggas from the heart, rip a niga from the sparks

Of the glizze, leave a nigga clapped on _Rap City_

I’m strapped with the Mac milli, you wack as ???

It ain’t hard to scrap, my Squad’s the vanguard of rap

Love to guard your back in the biz, the triz in the back

Flamboyant, never givin a slack

I jam joints when I live on a track

Ran point when they gave me the Mac

I’m on fat, never lack the realness

I sing that B.J. (*sirens*) killer I’ll shit

And still rock a nigga, I’m out to be real rich-acap