: (feat. Call O' Da Wild) (Intro) What's up we gonna go down the line baby Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan
en plata] Que pasa, que pasa tio, que quieres que te partamos la cara, porque te la podemos partir la cara no vas a llegar al disco nueve. Hablando en plata squad
is black Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back Muggin' and thuggin' the trap crew we step like Da Brat Married the rubberbands, hustlin', hustlin' Got a squad
: Guaro Squad :La Lengua es presa de lo q se dice, de lo q se hace En mi barrio el q es batanero se muere Trafuga le di una amistad al q una vez fuimos
s E-Dub Yeah Def Squad Uh Y'all motherfuckers think it's a game right? Get da name right R-U-L-E baby My shit is airtight Compressed, dead all da non-sense Pass da
pase este track de rap y suena basto. Y guardate ya tus tiritos, Se te caigan to esos mitos, Y tu estilito de mierda a mi me da asco. Que hay muchos
fendi this da jump off right here man Ms minaj lil mama get a taste of the hot sauce Itty bitty real pretty but I'm not soft I beat bitches with da heat
ain't talkin bout call waitin. I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk straight in. Lil Dolce & Gabanna got this bul hatin, thats I pop up in da porch with da top
: Aye oh Oh oh Check it Check it Check itor Follow me Listen Homie I speak for da streets Scream for da ghetto And holla for my folk Die for my squad
in da head whoa! Bang 'em in da face whoa! Bang 'em in da neck whoa! Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go Bang 'em in da head whoa! Bang 'em
the king back bringin terror to yo squad makin niggas lean back 20 bricks of hard nigga I ain't dream dat we was standin in da kitchen whipin tryna bring
goon squad come nd beat a granny with a bat So who want em come try em who want em Die em Hey Real I Rockabye em Nd da shotz r fire Nd nobody can save
know that this is real you taking me higher and higher [Chorus: x4] What cha gonna say What cha gonna do Stookie [Verse 2:] Da one ya build up by the Q-squad
secreta en algun garito que sepa y que sea perita, perita esta el speed de manzana y perita esta la sidra tambien de manzana y no da canceres, ni paranoyas
out, bring 'em out) [Break - 2X] Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands hands in the in the air air now! Hands... In Da...
back to slangin' grams any day And if this record flop Well I'll be--back Wit' a bomb of hard Wit' C-Rod and the squad This whole industry's a facade
I sposed ta go (Bankhead nigga) [T.I.:] see me Ridin in the chevy 44's on the seat wit a Quarter o blow get low lemme see, no tags, no license, da trunk
spanish] [Adlibs - Fat Joe & R. Kelly:] What? Keep going baby! [woman continue speaking spanish] [Adlibs - Fat Joe:] Whoo! Whoo! Terror Squad! Uh