paroles de chanson Rudeboy Salute (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe & Buju Banton) - Fat Joe , Terror Squad , Big Pun
Never
jump
up
in-a
mi
face,
cause
I
gun
Never
judge
a
book
by
di
cover,
dat's
wrong
Dis
is
fat
joe
alongside
di
banton
Hey
(what
about
pun?
Rudebwoy,
salute
with
your
gun)
Terror
squad
leader,
come
down.
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
Can't
tell
me
shit
about
murder
and
movin
weight
I
got
niggas
that's
off
the
scale
that'll
bust
through
you
and
your
mate
It's
proven
today,
armageaddon's
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
man's
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?
Never
jump
up
in-a
mi
face,
I
gun
Never
judge
a
book
by
di
cover
dat's
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
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
I've
got
to
take
care
of
my
enemies
Don't
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
I've
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,
you're
takin
over
Over,
over,
over
Hear
dis
Never
jump
up
in-a
mi
face,
cause
I
gun
Never
judge
a
book
by
di
cover,
dat's
wrong
Dis
is
fat
joe
alongside
di
banton
Tell
them
(What
about
pun?)
Rudebwoy,
salute
with
your
gun
Rudebwoy
(?)
pon
down
Easy.
Seeeeeen?
Little
baby
jacker,
raised
my
little
sister
while
you
baby-sat
Why
she
livin
fat,
she
ain't
got
a
baby
back
Ya
heard?
cause
where
we
at
it's
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
i'ma
have
to
jig
a
nigga
like
shawn
carter
What's
wrong,
partner?
Punisher
peel
your
banana,
see
you
mañana
Leave
your
mama
covered
with
a
white???
That's
right,
i'ma
be
there
with
my
guns
Blowin
the
spot,
I
ain't
got
no
hair
on
my
tongues
Cause
where
I'm
from
we
don't
only
talk
the
talk
We
walk
the
walk,
b-x,
baby,
new
york,
new
york
Never
jump
up
in-a
mi
face,
I
gun
Never
judge
a
book
by
di
cover,
dat's
wrong
This
was
fat
joe
and
buju
banton
Tell
them
(What
about
pun?)
(Rudebwoy,
salute
with
your
gun)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Buju
banton
Original
rasta
gangsta
Fat
joe
Terror
squad
massive
What,
what?
Murderous
What
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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