In For Life

[Verse 1: Big Pun]

Don't even move a muscle, clap at ya feet, blast your boot buckle

Cowboy style, dance, bitch, do the hustle, let me see you sweat

Follow the leader through the streets of death

Piece the bits together till you come up with at least a brick

Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back

Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that?

I suggest that we bubble it all, cop a bundle of raw

Start small, see if we can double the score

I stumble across my share of obstacles, staring death

Dead in the optical 'cause I wasn't scared of the impossible

Ask the rasta dudes if our ganja ain't the tightest

Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain't the whitest

And none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus

If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence

That's the science, my alliance is Terror Squad

If there's a god, show me sign so I can share my scars

[Chorus: Prospect]

We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype

Better get it right or get deaded on sight

So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice

'Cause shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night

We in for life, under the lights but I'm out of sight

When I write sometimes I wonder if it's out of spite

I like livin' on the edge, sippin' strippers at the wedge

Sharin' spritzers, gettin' head, it's the life we live

[Verse 2: Triple Seis]

Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lies

For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist

Slugs put you in a coffin for life, it's bug how they put you on ice

For the love, the money ain't right

Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night

Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit

Got hit, cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch

Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix

It seems foul, tossin' niggas while the cream pile

Didn't give a fuck, talkin' tough "Look at me now"

Shockin' the world, should've been on top of your girl

She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world

For petty dough, niggas on the streets already know

You about to go, movin' on your block just to stop the flow

We about to blow, step up in rank

Step off the bank, niggas done fucked up to think

[Chorus: Prospect]

We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype

Better get it right or get deaded on sight

So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice

'Cause shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night

We in for life, under the lights but I'm out of sight

When I write sometimes I wonder if it's out of spite

I like livin' on the edge, sippin' strippers at the wedge

Sharin' spritzers, gettin' head, it's the life we live

[Verse 3: Prospect]

Ayo, I hold the pain like my body was numb wit' novacane

No one can fold the name, Terror Squad a soldier game

Already know the game, Prospect the quote of fame

Touch up a older dame, and confirm the motor train

My vocals'll slow your brain, I'm coming at you like a boa-crane

Even through the cold and rain

I penetrate through all weather, eliminate who you call better

It's all "Shut up, shut up", I'll leave your car wet up

[Verse 4: Cuban Link]

Set it off, we all together, gettin' cheddar, livin' better

Sippin' amarettos, whippin' the Vette instead of a Jetta

Dead up, never let up, bet up, we settle vendettas

Ghetto dwellers, y'all better duck when I let off the beretta

Hit 'em up, yet I'm the terror that America wants dead

A blunt head turnin' punks red when I pump lead

I stomp a hole through your chest, grab your soul, mold your flesh

Hold your breath 'cause your next stop is death

[Chorus: Prospect]

We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype

Better get it right or get deaded on sight

So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice

'Cause shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night

We in for life, under the lights but I'm out of sight

When I write sometimes I wonder if it's out of spite

I like livin' on the edge, sippin' strippers at the wedge

Sharin' spritzers, gettin' head, it's the life we live

[Outro: Fat Joe]

Yeah yeah, we in for motherfuckin' like, ya heard me?

See you niggas creepin' over there

Thinkin' y'all niggas could cut corners, get around

Nigga this is the motherfuckin' T-Squaders

We will buy you motherfuckers, simple as that

So-called motherfuckin' rap killers, rap pimps

Niggas is BITCHES to me, simple as that

Motherfuckin' Terror Squad

Since the motherfuckin' early 80's until

WHAT! You better ask somebody

This the real shit here, no one here realer