Terror

Hit me over the head, ****

Yeah, you're goddamn right

We got the shit to make your dome split

You fuck around over here, you're gonna feel the terror

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

What's your name, kid?

Well, let's just say

It's the A to the S-E, don't try to test me

And I just be Brownsville to the bone like that

Stone Avenue, where ya at?

(Who ya run with?) Well, the I-N-C

I got Lord to the D, I got Paula to the P

Plus me

Ay, LaShay, keep the Tanqueray

And pour me a glass of that monkey made of brass, fast

That's how it is, and how it goes

I don't need silk clothes to pull all the hoes

In your head, from the gunshots and the raps

I bust mad caps when the wack take naps

Perhaps I need to wake 'em up

Then I take 'em up, then I shake 'em up

Hey, then I break 'em up like glass

I'm on up in that ass like Charmin, harmin'

MC's that feel like swarmin'

Like fleas, but I got these

Pesticide rhymes. you best to try crimes

'Cause if you try to fuck with this, then you just made a error

And you gonna feel the terror

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

Comin' through in the black cherry automobile

That's how I feel

Everybody claimin' real and holdin' steel

But I be on some rollin' shit, holdin' shit

Down for my borough, Brooklyn base thorough

That's why I do or die like Bedstuy

Oh, my, the shit that gets you high

It's somethin' of a phenomenon like white lines

Me and mines run thick like Heinz

Ketchup, you can't catch up

So play the rear, over there

It's B bass in your ear and your eyes

So realize and recognize

A **** dies when we terrorize

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

I don't think you really wanna play

'Cause we be doin' **** every day

Just like that, j-j-just like that

J-j-just like that, I cram a knife in your back

The INC don't care about you and your crew

Or them **** that you run with, them the **** you'll get done with

Check it

We be comin' with that bigger and better and more shit

We got that raw shit

It's the I, it's the N, it's the C

No mystery, you don't want none of me

You must not know the time if you wanna try and say that

What you got there, INC?

Motherfuckin' right, yo, play that, hate that

(Feels so good that my mind won't let go)

Black boy, black boy, turn that shit down

Fuck that, now feel the terror in my sound

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

(Terror, terror)

(Terror)

Yo, this is Dougie D

Hey, what's up, player?

Yo, check it out, Ace didn't tell you I called?

No, that fool ain't even tell me

I'm comin' out to New York, know what I'm sayin'?

To check out my people in Harlem, I might need a ride from the airport

Hey, hey, it's all good, I'll hook that up

Hey, hey, hold on

Hello?

Jerome?

Who this?

****, this Keisha, who the fuck you thought it was?

Fool, I been beepin' you all day for the nail shop

You ain't call me back

Your motherfuckin' ass was supposed to send me my damn ends

So I can get Tralika them new Jordans

You know she walkin', bitch

Alright, hold on

Yo, this my baby mama, man, I, I got, yo, this bitch be fuckin' trippin'

Man, I hate that fuckin' bitch

****, it's still me, motherfucker