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[Intro: P.R. Terrorist] Yeah, Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, what? Bring that shit, walk that shit Don't even talk that shit, nigga [P.R. Terrorist] You must be on crack, cocaine's, yo my name in vain I got slugs for days, surrounded by my German gun frame It's like, ever since my brother died, I ain't been the same Every cat wit a thug gat, get's held for blame Everytime I aim, I'm takin' off a chunk of the brain Somebody in this world gon' feel my pain Know what I'm sayin'? No, you don't know what the fuck I'm sayin' Try'nna relate, but your sword play wasn't up to date We went back, when I was rockin' demo's on tapes Try'nna escape, from livin' my life behind the gate Fenced in, deep contention, not to mention men on thirst Tongues hangin' out, try'nna be my friend Never rock like that, never got down like that So how the fuck you gonna ask me, can you borrow my gat So you can stab me in my back and walk away wit my mack Go to your man's, tell a story, smokin' a sack Now you juk out the pocket of my Tommy Hill' jack' Story gotta be fiction, don't seem like a fact [Chorus: P.R. Terrorist] SongtexteCuz Tera Iz Him, Terrorist, hijack Throw you out of plane, put a hole in your back Take your chain, take your watch, take your bitch and your stack Extort you quietly, near the exit in the back That's what you get, black, for even thinkin' of that, thinkin' of that [Interlude: sample] ...the tapes, let me show you a few of the other contents That are involving into the tragic comedy My organization just recently traced an origin... [P.R. Terrorist] Survivalist, survived off the street liveness Cautioness, hazardous, in case they try to tamper wit this Wit fabulitionists, killa physician, this track like an abortion Fill the force of this full extortion Costin' you to pay attention, I'm in a street dimension Rap polician convention, connectin' You been retired, to page your pension Lyrics made extreme comprehension, mind extending Like trigger finger when it's bended Snakes be try'nna blend in, this righteous path, you can't get in But now we spittin', my deadly venoms hear 'em at the melon Heads be swollen like glands when the cold is coming Niggas be runnin' like scattered mice, into the holes when NARC's is coming [Chorus x2] [Outro: movie sample] ...he's scheduled for six minutes next He's going on the French, British, Italian, Japanese television He been everywhere, I started to listen to him Aus Songtexte Mania