Artist: Dom PaChino f/ Tommy Whispers Album: Dom PaChino: Unreleased Song: 1000 Dollar Watches Typed by: x_calibur_the_white_knight@hotmail.com, ThaMasta@Wu-Lyricz.Com [Dom PaChino] The Terrorist.. Here's your opportunity to judge as my plea I set in unity These tough guys, rockin' blue vests in my community I purchase one, camouflage sun, with my machine gun That holds more, spits more power you never seen before Faced, in the trial of your life, you never been laced or felt the slug rip through ya flesh, shorten ya pace It's a pity to see the dirt caked up before my face Tongue kept a nasty taste, right-hand grip the toast another hammer huggin' my waist You was raised on a whole different side of the place I was strugglin', feedin' my seeds, trapped in the pleas While you was Downtown in ya man's jeep listenin' to sounds Elevator action, diggin' pockets with .44s You was hangin' out with local friends at liqour stores Did a bid, elevator came out, LPs in stores everywhere Terrorist shit is all you hear When you creep through the streets where I live with four Taurus's the chorus is just a reflection of what the verse is New fish, lookin' nervous upon the surface Terrorist, at your service, split you on purpose [Hook x2: Dom PaChino] 1000 Dollar Watches, chains and iced out rings 2 for 5 baby is the song that we sing Phone-blowin' racists gettin' sent to the bing The Earth is my kingdom, I'm pronounced King [Tommy Whispers] Once again, I find myself back in the pen Gettin' it on, 50 men strong, swingin' sharp gems Long bolo's, runnin' for solo in this danger zone The God, told me to stay away from po-po couldn't, got caught up in a chokehold No control of my actions plus blazin' on these Staten streets Missin' the hell out of fuckin' wifey on satin sheets Jeans whackin' my meat, bash they faces 'til blood reaches they feet German thugs put you to sleep, prepare Cell-house locked in a square Niggaz stare you down, No Smiles, on the Island you the clown Maytag, dirty inmates, scared to take baths Rip you in half, build with the God, today's math' Razor and Nash, it's real now, get your steel now All my inmates, tell me how you feel now [Hook x3] [Dom PaChino] Offical warhead, infect ya brain tissue with poison lead Global patrol, first to make it go, buzzin' with morse code Strike 'em out, three in a row, power like Castro Bustin' stardust, blind-folded, machine gun gold, folded Banana clip, all iced out, my man sold it to a foreigner P.L.O. man, hold down a store with it Got robbed, fleed to his country and went to war with it The bi-coastal, rhymes loco, darts'll toast you Short trip, Powerule man, Terrorist vocals Complex murderous mind'll smoke you When I black out, you wanna bet money? Pull ya stack out Terrorist, in the daylight, expose the Mac out We dangerous, I be a strong link within the chain of this Bobby be the lock, you get a shot when I'm aimin' this [Hook x3]