Masta Ace - Terror lyrics

[Intro: Lord Digga] Hit me over the head, n***a! Yeah, you're god damn right We got the sh** to make your dome split You f**ing around over here? You gonna feel the terror [Verse 1: Masta Ace, Lord Digga] (What's your name, kid?) Well, lets just say It's the A to the S - E Don't try to test me And I just be Brownsville to the bone like that Stone avenue, where ya at? [Who you run with?] Well, the INC I got lord to the D I got Paula to the P Plus me, ey, Leschea Keep the tangarae And pour me a gla** of that monkey made of bra** Fast That's how it is and how it goes I don't need silk clothes To pull all the holes In your head Bum the gunshots and the raps I bust mad caps When the wack take naps Perhaps I need to wake 'em up Then I take 'em up Then I shake 'em up Hey, then I break 'em up Like gla** Im up in that a** like Charmin Harmin' MC's that feel like swarmin Like fleas But I got these Pesticide rhymes You best to try crimes Cuz' if you try to f** with this Then you just made an error And you gonna feel the terror [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Coming through in the black cherry automobile That's how I feel Everybody claimin' real and holdin steel But I be on some rollin sh**, Holdin' sh** Down for my borough, Brooklyn base thorough That's why, I do or die Like Bed-Stuy Oh my, that sh** that get you high It's something of a phenomenon Like white lines Me and Mines run thick like Heinz Catch up, you can't catch up So play the rear, over there It's B-ba** in your ear And your eyes So realize and recognize A n***a dies When we terrorize [Verse 3: Masta Ace, Leschea] I don't think you really wanna play Cuz' we be doin' n***as every day Just like that J-J-Just like that J-J-Just like that I cram a knife in your back The INC don't care about you and your crew Or them n***as that you run with Them the n***as you'll get done with Check it We be comin' with that bigger and better and more sh** We got that raw sh** It's the I It's the N It's the C No mystery, You dont want none of me You must not know the time If you wanna try and say that Whatchu' got there, INC? Motherf**ing right, yo play that, hate that (Feels so good, that my mind won't let go) Black boy, black boy Turn that sh** down f** that Now feel the terror in my sound