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[Intro: Dom PaChino] Yeah, let's get gangsta Tera Iz Him, all y'all fake muthafuckas Stop frontin', yeah Killarm', yeah Where my niggaz at? Puerto Rico [Dom PaChino] Check the hot shot, aimin' for the number one hot spot It's Crime Stock when ya beat drop, and Terrorist rock Hip hop, this real steel, straight from Brazil The solo deal caught a mill, rock a Navy Blue Shield Master build, ready to kill, but I keep it concealed Y'all niggaz play the outfield, them other bat wit a drill Seen success through the rap almanac, ya blood spill When I pack cats, overreact, they need to chill Wait ya turn, you get ya perm, what's to say what I earn? You wanna act more concerned, like ya eager to learn Explicit like Howard Stern, have you callin' the firm But they ain't no satisfaction in affirmative action When P.R. come attackin' wit the points that you're lackin' No time for mackin', when the God be blackin' the fuck out Sniff before had wit my record logo, livin' no doubt To the madness, what this Terrorist shit, is all about Hear me clear, through ya ear, broadcast it over the air Words ain't nothin' to fear, thoughts sharp like a spear Rockin' camo' for the '99 year, no interfere Y'all niggaz waited all year, but the album is here In stores everywhere, Terrorist warfare, beware Have you leakin' like a drop of tear, and disappear Into thin air, slappin' this track just like a bear You know the snare, from the killas eyes, always sincere Pour my beer for those who ain't here, rest in peace Terrorist is the hottest M.C. on the streets Won't leave the studio session til the song is complete We roll deep, stompin' niggaz out on the concrete Talk is cheap kid, go against me and meet defeat [Chorus 4X: Dom PaChino] Killarm', we in the place When you in thug, put on ya War Face We don't care, if you stare When we bust our gun, y'all niggaz disappear
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