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Terror Squad

Genres: Metal

Thunder In The Air Lyrics - Terror Squad

[Intro - Prospect Park] 

Yeah 

What up man, this yo boy Prospect right here man 

T-Squad BX you know what it is man 

It's been a long time man 

Y'all niggaz think this shit is easy 

Niggaz struggle for this shit right here man 

Listen to this man 

 

[Prospect Park] 

Aye yo, they got me poisoned like ivy 

Y'all been waiting for them boys to come try me 

Quick on the draw, fast on the finger like Mike Lowrey 

Niggaz funny, first they get your numbers 

Then want to shout you 

See you getting money 

Now they want the guns to come out you 

Well you see we all be having dreams about them cars and floors 

With some of ? ? marry you, the call is yours 

I was determined 

My niggaz out will burn and chew you 

Spit you out, like a shot from a German luger 

Now who want it, test my peoples I'll blast the boy 

Pull out them twin desert eagles, like I'm Pastor Troy 

Man I've been through some rough winters 

And plush like four summers 

But I've made it over them rough roads like old hummers 

Look I'm a, made man crook 

Now see me in ? 

But I'mma go this way and write rhymes in your Shakespeare book 

Niggaz be scared to death, I can see in the face they shook 

And they ain't want give me a shot, I had to make them look 

It's Prosp' 

 

[Chorus] 

(It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect) 

Yo mom, your baby boy became a man 

(It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect) 

I'd rather die with them guns in my hands 

(It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect) 

I move with no fear, the BX up in here 

(It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect) 

And though I'm storming, there's thunder in the air 

 

[Prospect Park] 

Aye yo, they say the ? for this music I was cutting my classes 

Stood up late night, a stanky nigga bustin my ass 

Now my memory cake, and y'all niggaz cake is telling ain't me shitty 

Y'all stressing misdemeanors, man I catch a felony quickly 

Shit I deserved what I got 

And yo them forms they be copyin 

You tried to swerve in my spot 

Go earn a war on your block 

I just came to lay my name down, I work a hard shift 

Show my talents to the world and expose my god gift 

I was grown with hard end, many obstacles and fights 

But I learned to heal my scars, like them doctors doing life 

Keep it moving, cruising 

Doing like a hundred and sixty 

And I ain't stopping till them motherfucking cops come and get me 

I survived my community 

Took my opportunity 

To get money and y'all mad cause I'm doing me (cut it out man) 

I'm going south and I'm fishing 

Stop that mouthing and bitching 

Put your money on the table, I'll put you out of commission 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Prospect Park] 

Big Pun whattup 

My lil Brother Dee yeah 

Uh huh 

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