Tonalità: E minor
Intro 1
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Fm
Verse 1
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Yo, I'ma lay the law
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Fm
with A.K.'s or metaphors
Make way for the ghetto roar,
these days I set it off
Ebm
Y'all hardcore,
Fm
that's why I batter you all
Shatter they jaw,
batter the core to make a fatter than yours
Verse 2
Ebm
Terror Squad to my death,
Fm
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
Verse 3
Ebm
Bbm
You skeptical, niggas on the block
Fm
ain't respectin' you
Checkin' you,
ain't gonna stop when they deckin' you
Ebm
Who gon' dock you? I'm comin'
Fm
at you like a tackle
To leave a personal scar in
Verse 4
your chest like a tattoo
Ebm
Fm
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
Verse 5
Ebm
I kill alive for my twin,
Bbm
Fm
bust ill and do the time for my twin
Trust that it's real and he'll
Ebm
be at my side at the end
Bbm
I got guns that'll si lence your men
Fm
We bust off and let the begin, aight then
Verse 6
Ebm
I kill alive for my twin,
Fm
bust ill 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
Verse 7
Ab
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 ass Gilly
Verse 8
Ebm
It ain't hard to scrap,
Fm
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
Verse 9
Ran point when they gave me the Mac
Ebm
Bbm
Fm
I'm on fat, never lack the realness,
I sing that B.J. killer ill shit
Ebm
And still rock a nigga,
Fm
I'm out to be real rich
You feel this, shaper than a tooth pain,
Ebm
double- deuce pain
My verse take aim,
Fm
blow your fame with a burst of flames
Ain't nothin' changed, I die in this game
Verse 10
Fm
Take
the stand and
the blame for my man
I carry the name revenge
Terror Squad in begets carved on my chain
Verse 11
Ebm
I kill alive for my twin,
Bbm
Fm
bust ill and do the time for my twin
Trust that it's real and he'll
Ebm
be at my side at the end
Fm
I got guns that'll si lence your men
We bust off and let the begin, aight then
Verse 12
Ebm
I kill alive for my twin,
Fm
bust ill 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
Verse 13
Ab
Yeah, Terror Squad, Triple Seis, baby
Up and comin', son,
I'm comin' for all that shit, son
The crown and all that
knawmean? I rep N.Y.
The Boogie Down, baby,
L.V., R.C., Rezz Crew
MC, Terror Squad, baby,
this is how we do
1 9 9 9, baby, Triple Seis backwards,
Ebm
feel it
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Fm
We gon' ride nigga, ride nigga, ride nigga
Verse 14
You gon' die nigga,
die nigga, die nigga
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Bbm
We gon' ride nigga, ride nigga,
ride nigga
Fm
You gon' die nigga,
Outro 1
die nigga, die nigga
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Fm
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