[Intro: Prospect]
Don't be scared of this
(Terror Squad)
Don't be scared of this
(That's right, that's right)
Prospecto
Follow me here now
Ayo
[Chorus]
Throw your hands up
My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)
Like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck
Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)
Throw your hands up
My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)
Like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck
Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)
[Verse 1: Prospect]
Yo, it's the P-R-O-S-P-E-C-T
I'm a thug, you can't PhD me
Catch me in the back of the club switching it up
Type of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cup
Listen up to what it is, know a lot of mamis lovin' the triz
And son, they tryna pull it off right in front of the kids
Before I think about coming to cribs, I be lugging my glitz
So big on the waist, it be rubbing my ribs
It's very dangerous, fuckin' with this, I been doublin' chips
Holdin my own with the Chrome double-grips
Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics
When I used to fight, but I ain't been scufflin' since
This is tough as it gets, never leave nothin' with prints
When you get blasted, and chopped up and stuffed in the fridge
They not playin' me, I perfected this game from A to Z
The ones I don't know will need ropes to hands and knees
[Chorus]
Throw your hands up
My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)
Like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck
Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)
Throw your hands up
My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)
Like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck
Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)
[Verse 2: Prospect]
This shit'll never stop, as long as I live, I'ma forever rock
And stop niggas right where they standin' when the beretta pop
My moms said I better not, but knew I had to
I said, "I'm bustin' mines, and ain't nobody movin at you"
She laughed too, like I was jokin', when I'm chrome-totin'
I have a nigga in his home hopin' I don't blow his dome open
I stay stoned, smokin' while I'm on the lone copin'
A cool guy, but at times you catch me Tone-Locin'
Been through a lot of shit but never had a bone broken
It's tragic how I rap shit with my own potion
From here to Hoboken I was hoppin' trains with no token
Now I'm on stage, they say I'm showboatin'
My flow potent 'cause it's mixed with raw, spell it backwards it's 'war'
Gat spits, you backflip through the door
I kill 'em all, this Terror Squadian style
I only get down with the crown, only partyin' wild, ya heard?
[Chorus]
Throw your hands up
My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)
Like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck
Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)
Throw your hands up
My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)
Like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck
Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)
Throw your hands up
My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)
Like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck
Get a buck (Yeah, we hit em up)
Throw your hands up
My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)
Like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck
Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)
[Bridge: Prospect]
Now everybody from BK, throw 'em up
Now everybody from New Jers', throw 'em up
Now everybody from QB, throw 'em up
Now everybody from the BX, throw 'em up
Now everybody from Staten Island, throw 'em up
To all my partners from West Side, throw 'em up
Now everybody from the East Coast, throw 'em up
If you Dirty like the South, throw 'em up
You better throw 'em up
[Outro: Prospect]
My man Big Pun, hit 'em up
My man Joey Crack, hit 'em up
The whole Terror Squad hit 'em up
The Thoroughbreds, we hit 'em up
Prospect, '99, It's almost over, baby (Right)
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