In For Life

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Big Pun] Don't even move a muscle, clap at ya feet, blast your boot buckle Cowboy style, dance, bitch, do the hustle, let me see you sweat Follow the leader through the streets of death Piece the bits together till you come up with at least a brick Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that? I suggest that we bubble it all, cop a bundle of raw Start small, see if we can double the score I stumble across my share of obstacles, staring death Dead in the optical 'cause I wasn't scared of the impossible Ask the rasta dudes if our ganja ain't the tightest Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain't the whitest And none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence That's the science, my alliance is Terror Squad If there's a god, show me sign so I can share my scars [Chorus: Prospect] We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right or get deaded on sight So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice 'Cause shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm out of sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's out of spite I like livin' on the edge, sippin' strippers at the wedge Sharin' spritzers, gettin' head, it's the life we live [Verse 2: Triple Seis] Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lies For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist Slugs put you in a coffin for life, it's bug how they put you on ice For the love, the money ain't right Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit Got hit, cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix It seems foul, tossin' niggas while the cream pile Didn't give a fuck, talkin' tough "Look at me now" Shockin' the world, should've been on top of your girl She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world For petty dough, niggas on the streets already know You about to go, movin' on your block just to stop the flow We about to blow, step up in rank Step off the bank, niggas done fucked up to think [Chorus: Prospect] We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right or get deaded on sight So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice 'Cause shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm out of sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's out of spite I like livin' on the edge, sippin' strippers at the wedge Sharin' spritzers, gettin' head, it's the life we live [Verse 3: Prospect] Ayo, I hold the pain like my body was numb wit' novacane No one can fold the name, Terror Squad a soldier game Already know the game, Prospect the quote of fame Touch up a older dame, and confirm the motor train My vocals'll slow your brain, I'm coming at you like a boa-crane Even through the cold and rain I penetrate through all weather, eliminate who you call better It's all "Shut up, shut up", I'll leave your car wet up [Verse 4: Cuban Link] Set it off, we all together, gettin' cheddar, livin' better Sippin' amarettos, whippin' the Vette instead of a Jetta Dead up, never let up, bet up, we settle vendettas Ghetto dwellers, y'all better duck when I let off the beretta Hit 'em up, yet I'm the terror that America wants dead A blunt head turnin' punks red when I pump lead I stomp a hole through your chest, grab your soul, mold your flesh Hold your breath 'cause your next stop is death [Chorus: Prospect] We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right or get deaded on sight So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice 'Cause shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm out of sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's out of spite I like livin' on the edge, sippin' strippers at the wedge Sharin' spritzers, gettin' head, it's the life we live [Outro: Fat Joe] Yeah yeah, we in for motherfuckin' like, ya heard me? See you niggas creepin' over there Thinkin' y'all niggas could cut corners, get around Nigga this is the motherfuckin' T-Squaders We will buy you motherfuckers, simple as that So-called motherfuckin' rap killers, rap pimps Niggas is BITCHES to me, simple as that Motherfuckin' Terror Squad Since the motherfuckin' early 80's until WHAT! You better ask somebody This the real shit here, no one here realer
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Cuban Link
- Prospect
- Triple Seis
- Big Pun
- Ron “Amen-Ra” Lawrence