8 Bars of Terror

Yo, listen here

This is a street alert, you understand what I'm sayin'?

We got eight bars of terror

Comin' from the Strong People's Coalition, you understand what I'm sayin'?

And we comin' at ya, and y'all better get ready

I'm tellin' you just like I told Betty

You better strap up and get your naked ass ready

'Cause we comin' with full force and we ain't playin'

Yo, Strong People, kick it

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

The world's ready to put the camoflage on and start huntin' down suckers

(Hit 'em up) And put the .223 scope for motherfuckers

Now bring the rubber, now who's the toughest?

My style's the roughest, it's way too hard for the Mobb Deep lover

The WW's ready to smother you

Plus my styles extra butter, so you could slip and try to test a brother

And get snorted when your people taunt you

Or prepared for the new order because time's gettin' shorted

Ayo, I'm burnin' motherfuckers like gonorrhea (Ah)

And yo, I pop more shit than a fat **** with diarrhea

Yo, when it comes to mad skills, kid, I run it

Got more jams than store boogies 1200s

Me losin' to an MC?

Yo, that's how most, peep be want the shit, money, I just can't see

Yo, takin' Ls, that's the wrong route

So for now, I'm just gon' chill with my nuts in your mouth

Yo, I had to separate the tre-eight from the TEC

MAC from the gauge, swords and switchblades

Now I'm legit (Why?), 'cause thoughts is not split

Just had to insert the hollow tip in the clip

Now the bustin' of the gat and Glock shall not stop

On my block, it's all about schemes and stacks of cream

What's your game, white bricks or 'caine?

Or back scag, puttin' motherfuckers in body bags

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

(Bam) I'm flowin' like the Nile, runnin' wild with my style

When **** fake a move, I buck 'em down. buck 'em down

I doubt if you could fuck with me, sneak off

I'm that raunchy ass **** goin' out with no remorse

The Strong People's Coalition, yo, we're guaranteed to shut 'em down

When **** try to come for the crown

They can't get that, I'm good with mines, knuckles or TEC-9s

Whatever's clever, ****, Sugar Ray's gon' shine

It's the mad black child, time to funky get for a while

Step up, chump, you get bumped 'cause you know my style

Strictly on the hardcore tip with the smelly shit

It's another hit, gimme me room while I flip

Flip like acrobatics, stomps off the baddest

Baddest, I'm the baddest, **** you know my status

Peace to Albee-Al, rocks no one tougher

Rougher, I got the shit that **** never get enough of (Follow mi now)

Tek mi run like di Godfather (Follow mi)

My coalition control di area (Sing)

A ma-ma-man fi dead, mi get ready fa

Gi mi four, five bark out mi German Luger

Mi bawl, wa mek di Uzi run from di Magnum (Aye)

Still di boy test him ah go answer fi mi gun (Sing)

Crisp and clean and good condition

Cau' wi ah gun specialist, ah specialize inna di gun

I'm comin' through flexin', takin' your last breath to a minimum

Runnin' through your pockets, death is what I'm bringin' ya

Bankruptin' motherfuckers, that's my motto

Runnin' down on ya heart, bringin' mad sorrow

It's the Money Man, I'm givin' muscle spasms when I'm flexin' with Double That's why they be wreckin' me, and now you need police protection

For organization, never is, yeah

And yo, yuh, I got eyes everywhere, yeah

Yo, I be bustin', my style, bone crushin', yo, listen

My Coalition, yeah, they representin', they **** to break

And I'm the last to hit this plate

The Double X's showstopper, pickin' me up, yo, I feel sways

From the flocka, uh, when a relief is key now

Which one of you got this locked down? You open your eyes, it's time now

Watch the Keek until it's locked down, Buddha, I want that

The bigger, the better, I'm back puttin' Jersey on the map

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

Yeah, ****, what?

Strong People's in the house (What?), representin' for Killtown

The Coalition runnin' A-L-L things in our sector (Ah)

Yeah, peace to my **** Peter Barnes, Chuck X

Lord Son Albee-Al, rock on

We outta here, run[Intro: Lo Cash]

Yo, listen here

This is a street alert, you understand what I'm sayin'?

We got eight bars of terror

Comin' from the Strong People's Coalition, you understand what I'm sayin'?

And we comin' at ya, and y'all better get ready

I'm tellin' you just like I told betty

You better strap up and get your naked ass ready

'Cause we comin' with full force and we ain't playin'

Yo, Strong People, kick it

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

The world's ready to put the camoflage on and start huntin' down suckers

(Hit 'em up) And put the .223 scope for motherfuckers

Now bring the rubber, now who's the toughest?

My style's the roughest, it's way too hard for the Mobb Deep lover

The WW's ready to smother you

Plus my styles extra butter, so you could slip and try to test a brother

And get snorted when your people taunt you

Or prepared for the new order because time's gettin' shorted

Ayo, I'm burnin' motherfuckers like gonorrhea (Ah)

And yo, I pop more shit than a fat **** with diarrhea

Yo, when it comes to mad skills, kid, I run it

Got more jams than store boogies 1200s

Me losin' to an MC?

Yo, that's how most, peep be want the shit, money, I just can't see

Yo, takin' Ls, that's the wrong route

So for now, I'm just gon' chill with my nuts in your mouth

Yo, I had to separate the tre-eight from the TEC

MAC from the gauge, swords and switchblades

Now I'm legit (Why?), 'cause thoughts is not split

Just had to insert the hollow tip in the clip

Now the bustin' of the gat and Glock shall not stop

On my block, it's all about schemes and stacks of cream

What's your game, white bricks or 'caine?

Or back scag, puttin' motherfuckers in body bags

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

(Bam) I'm flowin' like the Nile, runnin' wild with my style

When **** fake a move, I buck 'em down. buck 'em down

I doubt if you could fuck with me, sneak off

I'm that raunchy ass **** goin' out with no remorse

The Strong People's Coalition, yo, we're guaranteed to shut 'em down

When **** try to come for the crown

They can't get that, I'm good with mines, knuckles or TEC-9s

Whatever's clever, ****, Sugar Ray's gon' shine

It's the mad black child, time to funky get for a while

Step up, chump, you get bumped 'cause you know my style

Strictly on the hardcore tip with the smelly shit

It's another hit, gimme me room while I flip

Flip like acrobatics, stomps off the baddest

Baddest, I'm the baddest, **** you know my status

Peace to Albee-Al, rocks no one tougher

Rougher, I got the shit that **** never get enough of

(Follow mi now!)

Tek mi run like di Godfather (Follow mi)

My coalition control di area (Sing!)

A ma-ma-man fi dead, mi get ready fa

Gi mi four, five bark outta mi luger

Mi bawl, wa mek di uzi run from di magnum (Aye)

Still di boy test him ah go answer fi mi gun (Sing!)

Crisp and clean and good condition

Cau’ wi ah gun specialist, ah specialize inna di gun

I'm comin' through flexin', takin' your last breath to a minimum

Runnin' through your pockets, death is what I'm bringin' ya

Bankruptin' motherfuckers, that's my motto

Runnin' down on ya heart, bringin' mad sorrow

It's the Money Man, I'm givin' muscle spasms when I'm flexin' with Double That's why they be wreckin' me, and now you need police protection

For organization, never is, yeah

And yo, yuh, I got eyes everywhere, yeah

Yo, I be bustin', my style, bone crushin', yo, listen

My Coalition, yeah, they representin', they **** to break

And I'm the last to hit this plate

The Double X's showstopper, pickin' me up, yo, I feel sways

From the flocka, uh, when a relief is key now

Which one of you got this locked down? You open your eyes, it's time now

Watch the Keek until it's locked down, Buddha, I want that

The bigger, the better, I'm back puttin' Jersey on the map

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)

Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

Yeah, ****, what?

Strong People's in the house (What?), representin' for Killtown

The Coalition runnin' A-L-L things in our sector (Ah)

Yeah, peace to my **** Peter Barnes, Chuck X

Lord Son Albee-Al, rock on

We outta here, run