[Cuban Link]   Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P.   Latins Goin Platinum baby!   Yeah yeah, yeah..   Uhh, year 2000   Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)   We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)   (I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)   Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)   We rock the party and..      YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun   my fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover   The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler   Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler   Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular   Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us   T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby   So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy   You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?   With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE   Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT   In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK   If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK   It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP   Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS   She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK   So nigga WHAT?      Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link      [Pun] Tear the club up!   [Link] Cause we don't care   [Pun] E'rybody strip   [Link] Yeah we don't care   [Pun] Shoot the place up!   [Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)   We don't care (nuh-AH!)   We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)   [Link] Yeah we don't care   [Pun] T. Squaders   [Link] Yes, yeah we don't care   [Pun] Fuck you nigga!   [Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)   We don't care (nuh-AH!)   We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)      [Big Punisher]   Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props   I got to have it   Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past   Was grabbin the girls on they asses   Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls   Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws   My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver   and holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot   Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the night   My lead ready to peel this shit really real   My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill   My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill   No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers   Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders   Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama   I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow   You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge   Carter kids stuck to the projects   Go ahead keep checkin that mall   and me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips   Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it   Yeah when are you gonna buck shit   ??? ???, ??? this mug shit      Chorus      [Cuban Link]   Uhh..   Yeah..   Big Punisher..   Cuban Link..   Terror Squad..   Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way..   Anything goes..   The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..