thrill Its got the worst intention It's here to kill Acid gun - ready to spit A stamp and a rock instead of a walk Alien terror The world is in horror
everyday, think of her Take a look at your thugs to the front of the line Hear the thunder grind off in my mind We done partied overtime. Destruction, terror
Yeah Fuck ya want from me See I love my thugs but I'm a terrorist nigga And Imma terrorize ya ass till gone for miles pana What, bitch ass nigga I jeopardize
Back Lean Back [Verse 1 (Biggie)] I was a terror since the public school era bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin asses smokin blunts was a daily
I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since thirteen, a chubby
[Verse 1: B.I.G.] I was a terror since the public school era bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin asses smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13
At midday today, some Americans attended memorial services For victims of Tuesday's acts of terrorism Thousands gathered at Chicago's Daily Plaza Hundreds
(Call the police) (Call the police and tell them watch your back) I think they scared of me I keep my lyrics clocked on safety down to punish niggas daily
murder I wrote with intent to die To the pen 'cause I'm a do you in for the killin' Straight to hell and back, big black mack I'm strapped On the daily
felt the struggles, say ... ... amen, amen, amen pray, say ... ... amen, amen if you rollin?with god, say ... ... amen, amen, amen. Welcome to my terror
't really give a fuck about your hood, my nigga I'm just tryin' to make all bad good, my nigga Got gators for the pimpin', Chucks on the daily I ain't
I hate that scary face in the mirror Mutilated by your daily terror It keeps an eye all the time on me It's against the one I want to be Have I ever
on house niggas that support you and like you 'cause innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily and poor people never get shit and struggle daily
livin in the dangerzone And learnin lesson from the game, it's on Niggas was gone when the frame was on I'm gettin breaken them balls daily Is there
background* (this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation) [Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could never be Son Ricochet daily
like egg-onomics Washed up, you're fuckin with a daily error No fat, niggaz be jettin when they face terror Check it out y'all, all the fly chicks, yeahhh
you'll never rot... Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to give me this day my daily death, The next to
this You need practice My label put doe on the table For me to whack kids I whack 'em body bag 'em trunk 'em Daily routine my product bring new fiends
