Cool an' Dre, uh   Terror Squad, motherfuckers   They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha   They're all gonna laugh at ya      Yeah, uh, haha   (Yo, oh, God)   Haha   (Feedin' you, feedin' you)   Yo   (Feedin' you, feedin' you)      Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist   That means I own two joint ventures an' two different labels   Niggas that pay me homage   Been in this game for nine seasons   That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'   Y'all niggas is rappin' ass backwards      I left twenty spots since beginnin' this rap shit   All yo papi lo que pasa contigo   Mad 'cause I'm the only nigga reppin' our people   When I came in this game, no one wanted the job   All of a sudden, niggas actin' like they wanna go hard      Spittin' venom 'bout the Squad, try an' shittin' the God   This ain't no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car   An' since you wanna act like you livin' a movie   I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got   In a 'Fist of Fury'      Bitch niggas, nothin' but snitch niggas   Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga   Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car   Where's your house at? I heard you're livin' with your moms   (Livin' with your moms)   Blane nigga, better stay in your place   Keep talkin', burst a flame in your face, motherfucker      Yo, yo, with this comparison, the Geddy is God   'Cause even though you never seen me   I been put fear in your hearts   An' I'm smooth like a Mulo, it theme   Skip bullets of your Coogi beam before you knew you were seen      Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't care if you know   'Cause all you really need to understand is   How hard I'm rulin' with Joe   An' the streets is no place for late bloomers   Just gangsta niggas, snakes an' bitches   That meant to spread rumors      Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid   Front if you want but don't think we don't shoot rapids   I'm what some might consider a ghost   'Cause I move at night   Plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close      I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist   I write dope, spit dust an' shit cocoa bricks   This is what you dicks need to act, knowledge   Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage      Don't ask why we act violent   We just killas an' thugs   Niggas wit mad talent that still dabble in drugs   I only rap now to speak to the streets   They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef   So we gonna feed 'em the beef      My nine milly blaze an' hit hard like Willy Mays   Since my kiddy days   Grew up with thugs who were really crazed   Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth   150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin' to you      They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil'   One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill   I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin' by   With your Iceberg team   You look when the light turns green      You're scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest   Or tear ya flesh for actin' like I carin' whats left   Anyone can get it in a minute, give it some time   I'm livin' this rhyme   Let my nine get in your spine, sit an' recline      Get so mad, forget an' rewind   So I can see what I did again an' just slide   To the next level, hop on the bike an' just pedal   Bustin' at your best rebel, who runnin' to test medal      Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game   For niggas kinda refrain, I push 'em down in the train   'Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz   Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know what this is      Yo, yo, it's the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad   So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar   With Armageddon an' your nigga Joe, the God   Tony Sunshine an' motherfuckin' Prospect   Straight out the projects      A forest, where they kill for mil's an' they blast the steel   But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill   I got a big ass burner but I'll slash your grill   Yo' don't got no status, don't want no static   They knew you was loco toto an' I don't no Spanish      All I know is how to cock back an' aim for the cabbage   An' keep on bustin' 'til the bitch brain splatter   Aan' the kids won't matter when the crib's on fire   What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on fire   An' I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire   Any bitch disagree is a goddamn liar      Yeah, uh, infamous Terror Squad, nigga   Loyalty, what does it mean to you   How many a y'all niggas is loyal?   All these Benedict Arnold niggas   Switch sidin' niggas, ya heard?      Nigga, I throw this whole rap shit out the window   In a sec, ya heard? Joe Crack, the Don Diggler   The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine, nigga   We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em?      Uh, haha, feedin' you, feedin' you, feedin' you   Make your move, baby, c'mon   Step up, baby, they're all gonna laugh at ya   Woo, BX