Terror Squad - Rudeboy Salute текст песни

[ buju banton ]

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

Never judge a book by di cover, dats wrong

Dis is fat joe alongside di banton

Hey (what about pun?

Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)

Terror squad leader, come down..

[ verse 1: fat joe ]

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

Cant tell me shit about murder and movin weight

I got niggas thats off the scale thatll bust through you and your mate

Its proven today, armageaddons 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 mans heart could withstand through the test

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?

[ buju banton ]

Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun

Never judge a book by di cover dats wrong

Dis is fat joe alongside di banton

Hey (what about pun? )

Lord

(rudebwoy, salute with your gun)

Tonight is a whole lot of fun

[ verse 2: buju banton ]

Tell them, icin this

>from the heart of kingston to the ice of alaska

Buffalo soldier, hardcore rasta

I am di originial, fuck di impostor

Determined to make it with or without ya

No borders, no boundaries

Ive got to take care of my enemies

Dont you oppress, eleviate stress

Disrespect ? ? ? wreckless

Artillery strapped over my chest

Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left

Skip and dive, duck like _the matrix_

>from the day Ive been born I have been a target

Get-get-get, whenever whoever

Disrespect buju banton - never

Lord

? ? ? clever

Wanted, make di front page of di ? ? ?

Terror squad crew, youre takin over

Over, over, over

Hear dis

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

Never judge a book by di cover, dats wrong

Dis is fat joe alongside di banton

Tell them

(what about pun?

Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)

Rudebwoy ? ? ? ? pon down

[ verse 3: big pun ]

Easy..

Seeeeeen?

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

Why she livin fat, she aint got a baby back

Ya heard? cause where we at its 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 drama, word to my dead and gone mama

Let me find the next muthafucka

Disrespect fat joe, the don carta

And ima have to jig a nigga like shawn carter

Whats wrong, partner?

Punisher peel your banana, see you maana

Leave your mama covered with a white ? ? ?

Thats right, ima be there with my guns

Blowin the spot, I aint got no hair on my tongues

Cause where Im from we dont only talk the talk

We walk the walk, b-x, baby, new york, new york

[ buju banton ]

Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun

Never judge a book by di cover, dats wrong

This was fat joe and buju banton

Tell them

(what about pun?

Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)

[ fat joe ]

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha..

Buju banton

Original rasta gangsta

Fat joe

Terror squad massive

What, what?

Murderous

What