we got to put down my nigga We got to run neck to neck with these niggas, lets go [Chorus] We run this shit, Terror Squad We run this shit, Terror Squad [Fat Joe
how how we got to put down my nigga We got to run neck to neck with these niggas, let's go We run this shit, Terror Squad We run this shit, Terror Squad
how we got to put down my nigga We got to run neck to neck with these niggas, lets go [Chorus] We run this shit, Terror Squad We run this shit, Terror Squad [Fat Joe
Traduzione: Fat Joe. We Run This Shit.
ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York, I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk, Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York
I Bet You Like Me Now Mo Then You Eva Did This Is Real Shit (Ay Bay Bay) This Is Why Im Hot, Yea This Is Why Im Hot We Can Party Like A Rockstar Nonstop
) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this We
kid, you better get it Aiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with it Aiyyo you got the CD, you better get it Aiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with it, c'mon
[Akir:] Yeah, uhh It's yours truly Akir, one of the prizes Southpaw whattup~! We takin over this year man Mood Music, yo, yo Aiyyo my music for the
this Earth and now that rap is my work I don't love it like I used to and that shit hurts I'm like '88 days Smooth shit to rock Gold ropes thick as tomb
, you had to settle for rhymes that lacked substance, we got that in abundance Pro-black and you know that We stay Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar come
] Tell 'em how it goes yo... [Chorus] [Saafir (Chino XL)] This is how it goes Down in the town of West Oakland keepin' hoes soaked in (This game will
brother, and now they act hard I ain't clueless, we can do this cause it's heated But don't trip, I got a .380 if it's needed This is a lesson you can
Boots] Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk like this catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this rip that I'ma go through, maybe I can flow through this
Nicky Bond) Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro All my little short niggaz Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo" Fillin out the cards to your
Whoo!) That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word) Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up for my man Mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this) (whassup
(feat. Armaggedon, Big L, Fat Joe) [Fat Joe] Diggin In The Crates 9-9 Don Carta bomb harder Uh, still diggin ya'll Yeah, Big L, yeah Yeah, there's only