Artist: Terror Squad Album: Terror Squad - The Album Song: In For Life Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com [Big Punisher] Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death Piece the bits together till you come up wit at least a brick Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that I suggest that we bubble it all Cop a bundle of raw, start small, see if we can double the score I stumble across my share of obtsacles Staring death dead in the opticals Cuz I'm never scared of the impossible Ask the rasta dudes if our gonga ain't the tightest Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain't the whitest and none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence That's the science, my alliance is Terror Squad If there's a god, show me sign so I can share my scars Chorus [Prospect] We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right or get deaded on sight So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite I like livin on the edge, sippin strippers at the wedge Sharin spritsers, gettin head, it's the life we live [Triple Seis] Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist Slugs put you in a coffin for life It's bug how they put you on ice For the love, the money ain't right Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit Got hit, cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix It seems foul, ? niggas while the cream pile Didn't give a fuck, talkin tough "Look at me now" Shockin the world, should've been on top of your girl She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world For petty dough, niggas on the streets already know You about to go, movin on your block just to stop the flow We about to blow, step up in rank Step off the bank, niggas done fucked up to think Chorus [Prospect] Aiyyo I hold the pain, like my body was numb wit novacaine No one can fold the name, Terror Squad a soldier game Already know the game, Prospect the quote of fame Touch up a older dame, and confirm the motor train My vocals'll slow your brain I'm comin at you like a boa-crane Even through the cold and rain, I penetrate through all weather Eliminate who you call better It's all "shut up shut up", I'll leave your car wet up [Cuban Link] Set it off, we all together, gettin cheddar livin better Sippin amarettos, whippin the Vette instead of a Jetta Dead up, never let up bet up, we settle vendettas Ghetto dwellers, y'all better duck when I let off the beretta Hit em up, yet I'm the terror that America wants dead A blunt head turnin punks red when I pump lead I stomp a hole through your chest Grab your soul, mold ya flesh Hold ya breath cuz your next stop is death Chorus [Fat Joe] Yeah yeah, we in for mothafuckin like, ya heard me? See you niggas creepin over there Thinkin y'all niggas could cut corners, get around Nigga this is the mothafuckin T-Squaders We will BUY YOU mothafuckas, simple as that So-called mothafuckin rap killas, rap pimps Niggas is BITCHES to me, simple as that Mothafuckin Terror Squad Since the mothafuckin early 80's until WHAT! You better ask somebody This the real shit here, NO ONE REALER!!