’99 Live

Lyrics

[Intro: Prospect] Don't be scared of this (Terror Squad) Don't be scared of this (That's right, that's right) Prospecto Follow me here now Ayo [Chorus] Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?) Like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up) Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?) Like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up) [Verse 1: Prospect] Yo, it's the P-R-O-S-P-E-C-T I'm a thug, you can't PhD me Catch me in the back of the club switching it up Type of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cup Listen up to what it is, know a lot of mamis lovin' the triz And son, they tryna pull it off right in front of the kids Before I think about coming to cribs, I be lugging my glitz So big on the waist, it be rubbing my ribs It's very dangerous, fuckin' with this, I been doublin' chips Holdin my own with the Chrome double-grips Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics When I used to fight, but I ain't been scufflin' since This is tough as it gets, never leave nothin' with prints When you get blasted, and chopped up and stuffed in the fridge They not playin' me, I perfected this game from A to Z The ones I don't know will need ropes to hands and knees [Chorus] Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?) Like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up) Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?) Like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up) [Verse 2: Prospect] This shit'll never stop, as long as I live, I'ma forever rock And stop niggas right where they standin' when the beretta pop My moms said I better not, but knew I had to I said, "I'm bustin' mines, and ain't nobody movin at you" She laughed too, like I was jokin', when I'm chrome-totin' I have a nigga in his home hopin' I don't blow his dome open I stay stoned, smokin' while I'm on the lone copin' A cool guy, but at times you catch me Tone-Locin' Been through a lot of shit but never had a bone broken It's tragic how I rap shit with my own potion From here to Hoboken I was hoppin' trains with no token Now I'm on stage, they say I'm showboatin' My flow potent 'cause it's mixed with raw, spell it backwards it's 'war' Gat spits, you backflip through the door I kill 'em all, this Terror Squadian style I only get down with the crown, only partyin' wild, ya heard? [Chorus] Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?) Like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up) Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?) Like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up) Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?) Like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck Get a buck (Yeah, we hit em up) Throw your hands up My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?) Like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up) [Bridge: Prospect] Now everybody from BK, throw 'em up Now everybody from New Jers', throw 'em up Now everybody from QB, throw 'em up Now everybody from the BX, throw 'em up Now everybody from Staten Island, throw 'em up To all my partners from West Side, throw 'em up Now everybody from the East Coast, throw 'em up If you Dirty like the South, throw 'em up You better throw 'em up [Outro: Prospect] My man Big Pun, hit 'em up My man Joey Crack, hit 'em up The whole Terror Squad hit 'em up The Thoroughbreds, we hit 'em up Prospect, '99, It's almost over, baby (Right)