Rudeboy Salute Lyrics - Singles - Terror Squad

Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun 

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong 

Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton 

Hey, what about Pun? 

Rudeboy, salute with your gun 

Terror Squad leader, come down 

When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance 

Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin' a sentence 

Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants 

Know your legends, Fat Joe, Soul blowin' up sessions 

Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection 

Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection 

Can't tell me shit about murder and movin' weight 

I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate 

It's proven today, Armageddon's comin' sooner than late 

We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates 

50 niggas of terror, rockin' 560 leathers 

Some of us are dyin' to gain but the name lives forever 

Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest 

When I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test 

So apply the pressure like I used to do but Crack never left 

I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what the fuck? 

Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun 

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong 

Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton 

Hey, what about Pun? 

Rudeboy, salute with your gun 

Tonight is a whole lot of fun, tell them, icin' this 

From the heart of Kingston to the ice of Alaska 

Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta, I am di original, fuck di impostor 

Determined to make it with or without ya 

No borders, no boundaries 

I've got to take care of my enemies 

Don't you oppress, elevate stress 

Disrespect [Incomprehensible] wreckless 

Artillery strapped over my chest 

Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left 

Skip and dive, duck like The Matrix 

From the day I've been born I have been a target 

Get, get, whenever, whoever disrespect Buju Banton 

Never, Lord, [Incomprehensible] clever 

Wanted, make di front page of di [Incomprehensible] 

Terror Squad crew, you're takin' over, over, over, over, hear dis 

Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun 

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong 

Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton 

Hey, what about Pun? 

Rudeboy, salute with your gun 

Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat 

Why she livin' fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya heard? 

'Cause where we at, it's either live or die 

I seen a nigga sky high from blye 'cause he thought the shit was fly 

I let you ride if you bustin', I let you die if you bluffin' 

'Cause to die is the whole price of nothin' 

You fuckin' with all brothers and Bronx bombers 

Who want dramas, word to my dead and gone mama 

Let me find the next muthafucka 

Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don Carta 

And I'ma have to jig a nigga like Shawn Carter 

What's wrong, partner? 

Punisher peel your banana, see you manana 

Leave your mama covered with a white [incomprehensible] 

That's right, I'ma be there with my guns 

Blowin' the spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues 

'Cause where I'm from, we don't only talk the talk 

We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York 

Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun 

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong 

This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton 

Tell them, what about Pun? 

Rudeboy, salute with your gun 

Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun 

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong 

This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton 

Tell them, what about Pun? 

Rudeboy, salute with your gun 

Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta 

Fat Joe, Terror Squad massive 

What, what? Murderous, what?