Terror Squad: 99 Live

Don't be scared of this (Terror Sqaud) Don't be scared of this (That's right, that's right) Prospecto Follow me here now [ 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) (2x) [ VERSE 1: Prospect ] Yo, it's the P-r-o-s-p-e-c-t I'm a thug you can't ph.d. me Catch me in the back of the club switchin it up Type of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cup Listen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin the triz And some, they tryin to 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 as tough as it gets, never leave nothin with prints Or you get blast and you're 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 ] [ 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 baretta 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 low, I'm copin A cool guy, but at times you catch me Tone-Locin Been through a lotta 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 show-boatin My flow potent, cause it's mixed in raw Spell it backwards, it's 'war' The gat spits, you backflip through the door I kill em all, Terror Squadian style I only get down with the crown, only partyin wild Ya heard [ CHORUS ] Now everybody from B-K, throw em up Now everybody from New Jerz, throw em up Now everybody from Q-B, throw em up Now everybody from the B-X, throw em up Now everybody from Staten Island, throw em up To all my partners from Westside, 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 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