Terra Tory - War Zone (Remix) lyrics

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Terra Tory - War Zone (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: dubbed voice] There's some sick sh** goin' on in here A bunch of n***as is goin' crazy Y'nahmean? Straight up and down What the f** is goin' on yo? I can't believe it n***as is the nicest y'all Division/CCF, Darkman [La the Darkman] Yo I flash j**els, wear no tattoos I'm hard like statues, thirsty for Cash Rules Son I send a wild dime piece to lick you Then wid your pants down n***a I stick you Clever, so I tell poems quick, Cellphone flips Beside sellin' grams I sell you a whole brick Plus my flow's sick, then a b**h with AIDS And my bullets twist n***as like Spreewell braids [Prodigal Sunn] Street slug incinerator, Brooknam generator, f** haters Design with the rhymes to shine across the equator Spit gravitation, these b**h n***as stay fakin' Got no time for playin, guns sprayin', bodies layin' My son's pockets achin', an everyday hood situation We live on revelations, f** contemplatin' And yeah, many hung in the jungle Stamina black panel I jack with the hammer attack Now where your sons at? [Chorus: Free Murda (ShaCronz) {*with 60 "aww"ing in the background*}] Get off my n***as, sh** on your n***as Click on your n***as, get off my n***as (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Hatin' Don't Pay You wanna live off our riches? [ShaCronz] It was devil one great in 7-1-8, let it be him State rapper insest, corporate DMs In the Lex or the BM, n***as get stress when they see 'em Bust Techs in the BMs, s**, European checks Or Koreans wrap tight like durags Crackin' white and blue bags, about to cop the new Jag Off the lot or on the spot, I rap for Ju-maicans And pawn shops, Cronz hot, I got the block on lock [Break: Terra Tory] + (RZA) Aiyo Cronz, Cronz I told you my n***a (What up, we got The RZA, Zig Zag Zig Allah, right here 60 Second Assa**in, ain't nothing changed Yo, a minute to par, cue them up for one minute Aiyo, 60, spit that fire, son Show them why you're the 60 Second Assa**in) [60 Second Assa**in] (Free Murda) Rhyme spit (it's a), it's a Time to click (gotta) Comin' out your pocket with your money plus lint (gimme that) I got a .22 and a .25 spit (what you spittin') I'm lookin' at a potential slip (I wanna flip) Go 'head my n***a go 'head and flip Already done, emptied the clip (I'm gonna) Catch a tour and then split (yeah), I got 20 years in head of this sh** (You just a..) international pimp (60), every verse in the script (yeah) [Timbo King] Shoot a fair one, you need help shoot a flare gun, blap blap blap blap Emergency, my team emerge with me I got the game on DVD, so watch me now The sharper the metal the deeper the wound 'Bout to pop somebody's balloon up in this room Puncture, internal bleedin', let the horror begin End of the world is here, men followin' sin [Terra Tory] Terra Tory shatter your dreams as bad as it seems The only thing that matters is that the cabbage is green Splatter your team, Jack of all trades in the shadow of Kings Snakes in the gra** rattle for schemes, all out battle for CREAM Everybody seekin' national gleem Actual facts is seen, display stats on screens Beat competition by a wide percentage Create more rackets than tennis This rap menace attack the track 'til it's finished [Chorus x2] [Outro: dubbed voice] Hahaha, yeah yeah Like I told y'all It's some sh** goin' down Respect this straight up CCF and Division One