paroles de chanson Triple Threat (feat. Armageaddon, Big Pun, & Cuban Link) - Terror Squad , Cuban Link , Big Pun
Yeah
Fuck
ya
want
from
me
See
I
love
my
thugs
but
I'm
a
terrorist
nigga
And
Imma
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
that
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
my
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
(You
ain't
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
to
Cut
your
legs,
remove
your
from
your
hip
down
to
ya
tims
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
'cuz
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
you
click
spit
techs
will
leave
you
wet
from
dick
to
neck
I
know
you
ain't
forget
the
way
you
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
you
click
spit
techs
will
leave
you
wet
from
dick
to
neck
I
know
you
ain't
forget
the
way
you
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
Ahh,
shit
killa
clacks,
could'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
blounted
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
you
click
spit
techs
will
leave
you
wet
from
dick
to
neck
I
know
you
ain't
forget
the
way
you
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
you
click
spit
techs
will
leave
you
wet
from
dick
to
neck
I
know
you
ain't
forget
the
way
you
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'
ammitur
nigguz
like
cattle
hips
So
watch
ya
lips
'cuz
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
so
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
I'm
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
you
click
spit
techs
will
leave
you
wet
from
dick
to
neck
I
know
you
ain't
forget
the
way
you
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
you
click
spit
techs
will
leave
you
wet
from
dick
to
neck
I
know
you
ain't
forget
the
way
you
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
you
click
spit
techs
will
leave
you
wet
from
dick
to
neck
I
know
you
ain't
forget
the
way
you
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
you
click
spit
techs
will
leave
you
wet
from
dick
to
neck
I
know
you
ain't
forget
the
way
you
squad
niggaz
rep
Comin'
at
me
from
the
sideline
like
you
intend
to
step
1 In For Life (feat. Big Pun, Triple Seis, Prospect, & Cuban Link)
2 Pass the Glock
3 Watcha Gon Do? (feat. Big Pun)
4 Triple Threat (feat. Armageaddon, Big Pun, & Cuban Link)
5 War (feat. Triple Seis)
6 Bring It On (feat. Fat Joe)
7 As The World Turns (feat. Cuban Link, Prospect, Triple Seis, & Tony Sunshine)
8 Feelin' This (feat. Armageaddon, Prospect & Big Pun)
9 All Around The World (feat. Cuban Link)
10 Rudeboy Salute (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe & Buju Banton)
11 My Kinda Girls (feat. Tony Sunshine & Cuban Link)
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