Triple Seis - Pa** the Glock lyrics

[Prospect] Pa** the Glock word up Pa** the Glock (T-Squaders) uh ha, (T-Squaders) [Armageaddon] *whispering in background* You can't stop T-Squad You can't stop T-Squad Can't stop it, can't stop it Chorus [Armageaddon] 2x Somebody call the cops For us to stop'll take all of they got Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block (Terror Squad!) Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot My team is known for smokin the Glock To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad!) [Triple Seis] I murder men wit the poisonous flow, my pen Hurt em for they dough and they GM's wit Mac 10 No relaxin, straight action when it's on Call up Pun and The Don, come up heavily armed n***as better be calm or I'mma set the alarm And a hundred strong'll form in shape of a bomb My squads'll forever bomb wit a war like Lebanon And we hardcore till we dead and gone so go ahead and mourn [Cuban Link] Aiyyo Seis I'm pacin back and forth Wit thoughts of bein trapped up north But after I come off wit it y'all can push em out the door So co*k the four pound (four pound) Lock the fort down (fort down) ]From New York to Georgetown (Georgetown) Knockin off clowns that ?clap em off rounds? It's war now so toss the nine ? cuz I'mma floss and shine You lost your mind if you thought your rhymes was comin close to mine Eyes that drop signs like Einstein Applyin the iron to your spine And find you dyin on primetime Chorus 2x [Prospect] Aiyyo we break barriers, we recipe holders and cake carriers That dominate the devil tryin to make the fake marry us Hilarious how we mute crews, and n***a this is true news Dudes'll blow you outta ya two shoes Who chose to front it, they don't really want it Yo I stay Philly blunted, Prospect wit the nine milly gun it I leave you dented by the way Glock pop Take a hot shot, push ya knot back like a drop top [Armageaddon] Freeze like coke in the drop or ya float when I'm totin the Glock I'm blast any feelings you catch from this to emotional stop Host it on top, label the worst to the topic Worshippin violence, push you back Like a cursor does the words by the silence HUSH, slow up before you blow ya clutch Hold my forty-four wit lust, an then I'll take your soul like a holy touch The tat on my arm's like the rhymes I write Cuz Armageaddon rivals life Give my hype I might bust it tonight Chorus 2x [Big Punisher] My sh** bang like a clock I pull your chain till it pop Put one in your brain for f**in wit the creme of the crop Sayin I'm hot, while you playin I'm blazin the spot Makin you bop, makin my way to the top Breakin the lock, takin a shot at the title Ready to rock at my rivals Like Pac everything I drop is the Bible Cop it on vinyl, there's just a little cursing If you want ya head to burst Play it in reverse, you'll hear the devil's version [Fat Joe] Hear the metal's burstin, there's a terror lurkin It's a certain, whoever searchin to find God when my clips inserted Words are blurted when we bust guns, you heard it Left ya *gun shot* murdered I know ya *scream* was stunned by the verdict I'm a free man, k** your free lance for only three grand Makin an examp for my other workers and cut off each hand You greedy mothaf**as I'll see you in hell Jealous n***as wanna see me in jail fiendin to tell Chorus 2x