Stronghold - Mic Terror lyrics

[Intro: Big Mike Terror] What? Get the f** off [Verse 1: Big Mike Terror] Ayyo, battle who? Battle me? Y'all must be crazy Stick the fan, stab his feet, drive him for [Mercezey?] Black [exes?] pull up, all of them full up Sixteen Timbs in your face of the real stuff International show. My international ho International gold. My international dough Get the money right or else you making up a price Make your amends with L.I.F.E. or see Michael nice Stronghold 8, pit bull lock the gate (Gate) Stronghold 7 set forth Armageddon Stronghold 6 bring the solar eclipse Stronghold 5 won, took your life Stronghold 4 make you hit the floor Stronghold 3 don't f** with me Stronghold 2 got [?] with you Stronghold 1—this is how we done [Outro: Big Mike Terror] Uh. Wake the f** up. Nah mean? Stronghold holding it down. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 6, 7, 8. Motherf**er, get it straight. Know how we do. Motherf**ing Mic Terror. I ain't say, “Motherf**er,” too many motherf**ing times so you motherf**ing know I'mma motherf**ing say it. Biyaitch!