Cool it Dre, oh God   Yeah, got that gangsta, gangsta, gully, gully   Yeah, big business, Joe crack the don   Terror Squad baby, BX Boro, holdin' down to the death   It's nothin' realer than this you heard, uh what, huh      It's like I'm always out to prove somethin'   Every time I stop on the block   I set up shop and try to move somethin'   And I'm talkin' about kilo's and pounds   Fuck a desert eagle   I got shit that spit over 300 rounds      Can tell by the scar on my neck   I spar with the best   Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the left   Sharp with the right, I don't know why I bother   Y'all not retarded   Man ya know what the squadron is like      And he can get it too   But I let him die slow death I probably just collectin' his food   I'm deadin' ya crew   To tell ya the truth we not stoppin'   I'm like lil' lease from B-street man I keep poppin'      The streets knockin' my shit, the D's watchin' my shift   We can do this however, east glock or the fifth   I leave you chumps to frame, right where you standin'   Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom      It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right   It's the nigga Joe the Don   And the kid flow hard, ask the clique   Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit      It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right   It's the nigga Joe the Don   And the kid flow hard, ask the clique   Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit      It's the killa kid from the Bronx   Holdin' down to the death   You can hear the squad comin'   By the sound of the techs      A hundred rounds in a sec   Leave you on front page   You would think I was down with the ROC   The way I just blazed      I puff haze to keep my mind at ease   Can't wait for the day to see Shyne released   This Hip Hop shit is unjust, who you gon' trust   When most of these record label execs is dumb fucks      I keep a gun tuck under my belly   Only nigga on the island makin' calls from the celly   We watchin' belly on the DV, 60 inch TV   Flat shit attach to the back of the CP      This game need me, I'm like Gotti once I'm gone   All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons   Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin'   It's all the same, still runnin' trains with my hoodmen      A bunch of goodmen, but don't get it confused   We like Dinero in heat nigga, nothin' to loose   I know you seen the shoot out scene   Don't make us reneact   'Cuz I rather be layed up in [incomprehensible] with a featured actress      It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right   It's the nigga Joe the Don   And the kid flow hard, ask the clique   Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit      It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right   It's the nigga Joe the Don   And the kid flow hard, ask the clique   Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit      Yea, hell yea, uh, brought to you   By the realest motherfuckers in this game   The infamous Terror Squad, yea, real niggas, real dons   Real G's ha, ha, come on, woo, uh   Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, never forget, Big Pun