Yo,.lyrical murda on wax, what!? Still gettin high, puffin' that la, Yeah, Terror Squad, Blunt Records, Check this shit out, Cuban Link.. wha.. Yo, i
terror I'll be ready for war with suede timbs on y'all ain't ready to brawl until Vin's gone won't stop till you dead in hell Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy
cones and rods melt one at a time until you realize you're in Hell Rip the Jacker's not done with you I terrorize the rap community with impunity Blow
Kurupt the Kingpin to fuck y'all niggas up Y'all don't wanna see none of this West Coast MC shit Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker? Terror starts
mad until these tricks shot me, it's time to sanitize my posse Look how paranoid these niggas got me Cellular calls are being traced, since surveillance silently Momma chill thug livin' pay
until these tricks shot me It's time to sanitize my posse look how paranoid these niggaz got me Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance silently Momma chill, thug livin' pay
you like the Wu-Tang debut Now who remains true to the game? Damn shame it wasn't you Fools lay claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines My mind'
sights are homing in, I feel the power surge No time for excuses now that I have the urge Madame and mister listen up and take heed I was raised in hell
aint down with us. Superstars Incorperated label us. Infamous, niggas is rediculous. For tryin to replicate our context. Not equivalent to my terror
know what I used to do? I used to watch him eat, and while he was eating I would ask him what he's doing. Haskell Wexler: What the hell are we doing in
kid, you get a bomb in the mail So if you die today then I'll see you in hell See you in hell, see you in hell Disorder, enter the Millennium, time
clique sharpen the sound Infiltrate the town town town [ Trebag ] Next up [ Hell Razah ] Yo I believe thats me [ Trebag ] Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the NYC [ Hell
Chorus 1: x3] New Orleans in the mornin afternoon and night Hell naw! {HELL NAW} We ain't alright [Chorus 2] New Orleans in the mornin afternoon and night Hell
right These hicks fucking laugh at me You bled to much You're under arrest For what your done with no contest Cannibal cop You bastards will pay when
In the year 1999, and seven months From the sky shall come the great King of Terror! Attack! Burning skies, devastation, the time has come The true
pay for the crime There's a lot of nights that I lay in my cell And I can't understand why this hell this hell and this terror That I have been going
'll drink You know it's too late now later than you think The nearer you get to hell Witches cast their spells The chosen pay the price Like victims
man Get the Hell on with that (Say what, say what what?) Get the Hell on with that (Say what, say what what?) Yeah, T S, Terror Get the Hell on with