Terror Squadian ft. Fat Joe Lyrics

All hail for Terror Squadian, you Need Your guardian DJ Gee

All hail for Terror Squadian, you Need Your Guardian

I Rocks the party and

I'm slayin' crews, Makin' moves like Benny

Hardy and Cartagena sweaters and Better Strictly D'Arby's and Christine's, purgin

G's as if they growin' trees Big toys For big boys and brothers to land

Cruisers Gettin' moochy like them Sergeants and caddies

Sellin' hooters to sharpshooters, from Poor courts to grim and new courts

Get my point across with Ilsan, Plymouth, and Thorpes

I ain't crack the smoke shack, I leave The back but broke

Everything's everything, different Strokes for different folks

Everything's everything, different Strokes for different folks

Ninety-six the kind of soldiers, dyin' In chochers

Playin' Miami, pantyhuntin' in my Candy red

Testarossa, I'm supposed to be the Man in charge

Niggas be like Demi's Lodge, keep Huntin' home again

Terror Squad for ninety-six again, I Got new Plans

Die hard, then expand, but Shaka-Lewis be my man

All hail for Terror Squadian, you Need your guards

Guardian

Guardian

All hail for Terror Squadian, you Need your guardian