Triple Threat (By Armageaddon, Big Pun, Cuban Link) Lyrics

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Triple Threat (By Armageaddon, Big Pun, Cuban Link)


by Terror Squad. Buy album CD: Terror Squad


Yeah, fuck ya want from me
See I love my thugs but I'm a terrorist nigga
And I'mma terrorize ya ass till gone for miles pana
What, bitch ass nigga

I jeopardize this rap shit and blast ya ass to prove a point
I got thug nigguz who don't even rap callin' to do joints
Frontin' off the strength and you the weak link in the click
It's obvious you pussy I could see the pink in the clit
I seen the chip and the clip of my daily desert eagle
Forty four metal with heat'll, open ya belly like it's legal
Push you back a few feet send you sailin' like a seagull
When we clash in the street why was you bailin' if you evil

Talkin' 'bout somebody tryin' to playa hate you
Actually I like you but fuck wit my squad the German A.K.'ll hit you
Ever seen what them things could do could
Down to ya teems, I'm like the limit on ya life, the demon on ya light
That figure in the dark that takes ya heart in the mid of night
This ain't a joke 'cause ain't nuttin' comical how my laser scope
Aim at ya dome could erase the features off ya facial bones

I'm like a triple threat, double dare you to try to rip my neck
The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
I know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
Comin' at me from the sideline like you intend to step
I'm like a triple threat, double dare you to try to rip my neck
The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
I know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
Comin' at me from the sideline like you intend to step

Fuck the battlin' it's world war four I mean the red form
No need to crowd the name is aroused up in the dead zone
New World Order I only flow wit the real horror
Chrome C4 to ya door and Pearl Harbor
We can bring it back, gats on the holsters of mini macs
Gats on the holsters strapped to the shoulders of maniacs
Where we at the projects, why don't you get the closet
Ah shit killa clacks, should've brought back ya prostate

Buyacka got bullets big enough to move ya car
Land cruisers 18 wheelers we do it tied
Just let it happen, I prefer violence instead of rappin'
Fuckin' wit this Latin assassin' better get ya head examined
My shit be slammin' like onyx and wrestle mania
You really want it you Philly blunted in Pennsylvania
I'm aimin' the mac right at ya hat better watch ya back black
I ain't sayin' you wack but you's a copy cat

I'm like a triple threat, double dare you to try to rip my neck
The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
I know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
Comin' at me from the sideline like you intend to step
I'm like a triple threat, double dare you to try to rip my neck
The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
I know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
Comin' at me from the sideline like you intend to step

Yo now who the fuck wanna battle this
You garbage pail rappers would get ya cabbage split
Got a habit of brandin' immature nigguz like cattle hips
So watch ya lips
'Cause what you fuckin' is hazardous
Shut up and catch a clip I roll wit more dogz than St.Lazorous
What happened is ya raps ain't accurate you claim you packin' it
But when the action hits you rather switch into a faggot bitch

I'm hardcore it's not my fault ya softer than cardboard
Ya started to battle now I'mma turn into the God four
Switch to southpaw like De La Hoya golden boy
I put it on you Polaroid finish left you as red as Sonya
I been a soulja all my life fought for stripes all most saw the light
Talk to Christ, he told me that my songs so nice
And for the right price I might just body you
Chop ya ass into particles and read about you in newspaper articles

Sick and tired talkin' shit got beef wit me then so be it
I'll rush you like the Soviet Union and leave you soakin' wet

I'm like a triple threat, double dare you to try to rip my neck
The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
I know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
Comin' at me from the sideline like you intend to step
I'm like a triple threat, double dare you to try to rip my neck
The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
I know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
Comin' at me from the sideline like you intend to step

I'm like a triple threat, double dare you to try to rip my neck
The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
I know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
Comin' at me from the sideline like you intend to step
I'm like a triple threat, double dare you to try to rip my neck
The way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
I know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
Comin' at me from the sideline like you intend to step




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