TerrorSquad In Fa Life, Wu-Tang vs Deadly Venoms, Ruff Ryders / L.O.X. featuring Jadakiss, DMX and Jay Z!

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Someone needs to educate you people.

In For Life

[Big Punisher]
Don't even move a muscle
Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle
Cowboy style, dance bi***, do the hustle
Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death
Piece the bits together till you come up wit 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 obtsacles
Staring death dead in the opticals
Cuz I'm never scared of the impossible
Ask the rasta dudes if our gonga 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
Cuz sh*** is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night
We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight
When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite
I like livin on the edge, sippin strippers at the wedge
Sharin spritsers, gettin head, it's the life we live

[Triple Seis]
Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes
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 bi***
Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix
It seems foul, ? niggas while the cream pile
Didn't give a f***, 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 f***ed up to think

Chorus

[Prospect]
Aiyyo I hold the pain, like my body was numb wit novacaine
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 comin 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

[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 ya flesh
Hold ya breath cuz your next stop is death



Artist: Deadly Venoms f/ Cappadonna, GZA, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, Streetlife
Album: Protect Ya Neck Collection, Vol. 1
Song: The Earthquake
Typed by: ThaMasta@Wu-Lyricz.Com, jannepar@dlc.fi

[Intro]
5...4...3...2...1...0 *explosion*

[Inspectah Deck]
Yea, this is the poisonous, venomous
Killa-Bee, queen bee connection
Live and direct
Shaolin, BK, QB, Boogie Down, wherever you found

Yo, yo, deadly venom is how we end 'em
Mast avenge 'em, no friend of him, bend 'em in half for enterin
My comrodery move like tight security
Known to tear the club up plus the after party
On the battle field catch a body
With no fair warnin, my queen bee connect swarm on 'em
Primate, hold your mic straight before you challenge 'me
Your light weight and only force me to cause casualty
Battery packs catch match mines with the solar powered, they get over powered
Shower with rhymes just like white lines of powder
Feel the realness from bein solo with this crowd here

[J-Boo]
Yo, yo, yo, this time we takin no shorts for sure
I'm comin through, smash you motherf***ers to the floor
Whoever wanted war, yo, bring it
If you got the sword, I'ma swing it
Slither back to the pit when my phone started ringin
Yo, come here, what's up, niggaz rock to get stuck
Niggaz runnin through the chamber they aint givin a f***
Cuz I'm deadly, I'ma set the pace like a medly
Relay, who could match the venom on the replay

[Finesse]
Aiyyo, the bi*** nice and catch crack like dice
Give 'em a double order of man slaughter on the tape recorder
F*** the law and order, tape muffled and distorted
All you heard was murderous shots, the rest was pre-recorded
The jury voted, I'm a free venom, hittin niggaz with the momentum
Even villains wanna get up in 'em
The feelin's devious from the previous
With the way we leavin this is sure to make snakes hiss

[Method Man]
It be I, the most high, fly robin fly
Keep a close eye on Johnny 5, I'll be comin live
From New York, it's saturday night
So it's only right, I step to the phony types
See 'em in the party actin hard, but the hardly a threat to the vet
Once you start me, no stoppin, no pardon me
No coppin a plea, I beat you in the head, third degree
What's the science, the 411, can't do me none
Still ghetto, I rhyme ghetto, my brother's ghetto
Never say die and never settle
For anythin less than what the devil posess
I'm like MOP to the death
Now who is Johnny Blaze, Mr. Meth
Motherf***a

[Chorus: J-Boo, (Cappadonna)]
Hittin fever, come with the raw
Deadly Venom meet the Wu, no more to come, now what is left to do
(Ghetto collaborations, such a deadly combination
Face to face, Shakin your earth, rockin your nation)

[Champ MC]
Yo, yo, yo, Sons of fishes rollin with a devious Clan
I got a master plan how to blast your man
Gettin lyrical, fightin your feelin deep in your mental
Like a pencil all in your brain, killin your spiritual
The original, fishin y'all, rollin with a bunch of criminals
Street gunner, Venom strike like thunder
This is sh*** that'll stop your hunger
Ready for war, let me let you get a taste of the raw
Comin through with the Clan so you won't get far
Batters and scars, all respect due to the gods
And my queen killa-bees just collectin that cheese
Overseas, gettin ready for the year 2G, DVs

(Poison Clan rocks the world)

[Cappadonna]
The pillage, yo, I'm a great comodity
For see me, the unchained magnetic
I release mine, f*** y'all, I piece mine together
To the third power, hit y'all like may flowers
Scandal, slash three felonies to be the one six vandal
From Park Hill, Shaolin put the work in
Dusk do us dawn, Lebanon Don
Don't sleep on the adversary
Mental niggaz stalk y'all out on the ferry
You got trapped in between pillage
And the venoms, cherry heads are minimum

[N-Tyce]
Yo, yo, yo, projects of elimination
We jack some like Rhythm Nations
Got your hard speed like we drag racin
We lab replacin, but tried to avoid a confrontation
You kind of mixed up like Tiger Woods with that combination
I ain't calling no names, here's a hint
Niggaz with no brains, antique things, gold chains
Do the mind to visual, 'bout the coolest Carolina
Individual, everythin digital, like Bobby
I'm lovin all them kung-fu flicks, poison 'em highly
I'm quickly on the run through clicks, but fast in a hurry
When I smash, leave your vision blurry
Tryin to make the bill like Murray

[Chorus]

[Finesse]
Yo, on the french kiss, sour than blood, hotter than piss
You ventriliquist talkin out your ass like this
Cuz I insist that you don't wanna show the tape of the hits
I told y'all, I crush y'all on the tape like Quake
You tweaky trick, wanna violate, great, Wu and Venom annihilate
Don't hesitate to push the rhymes like weight
You Shake, Jake thing

[Streetlife]
Yo, PLO, when the guns blow, you'se a no show, homo
Holdin like a scarecrow with no dough
Street pro's move through the metro
Rapidly my faculty quick to blow the boost out your battery
My african queen bees is backin me, shuttin down your salary
J-Boo twist another Daquiri, fifty steamboat float
Flow on this scenario, hydro thoughts lick off like a callico

[J-Boo]
Yo, yo, yo, let's get it on, mic's get blown when you step into my zone
Heads get flown for tryin to clone
I take that, now you got wanna go on
so go on, play your part, hold on, while I flow on
I keep it tight, rip all sides to a square
You ain't seen no thugs like these no where
I swear, you wanna test me, how can it be
Rollin with the Fam, Wu-Tang, DV's

[GZA]
Yo, I dead MC's with this poisonous venom
Return and send 'em, wack niggaz is in 'em
The secretly analyzed, these chicks is live
I see the allies tryin to stalk the bee hive
Forgot the deadly stingin was major bell ringin
Too strong for niggaz with eyes closed and slingin
Made your point, spot your target and zoom in
Before its too late, saw the snake through his hand shake
Aimin your darts at a click you can't handle
Attack with the pace of those who travel on camel
A warm sigh as you cross the barrier
But my storm side, will destroy ya area


Artist: DMX f/ Jay-Z, The L.O.X.
Album: Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
Song: Blackout
Typed by: LoccDout@aol.com, OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

(Jay!) F*** that
(This is it right here baby!)
You know what it is

[Jadakiss]
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin bandana
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggaz tryin to glance at the 'Kiss
Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin the mean, lightin the green
I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
F*** what you ask me - you probably don't, want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (yeah)
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet
and you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck

[Sheik Luciano]
Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo
Yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of n*** gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC - see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheik, go f*** with a hoe
I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club cause I don't f*** with shoes
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherf***in leave you with some sh*** in yo' spine
F*** with me you be a WAS nigga, n*** WAS dope
Nigga WAS gettin money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

[Styles]
Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop sh*** cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked n*** goin legit
You hold your nine if you holdin a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die?
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherf***er

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bi***es among us
Tryin not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
Now bi***es notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed; you dead bi***, the Reaper done came
I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh)
where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other - I'm the meanest
toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya
Motherf***ers..
Y'all niggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other

[DMX]
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I'm headed nowhere fast
Run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin games again
So now what I do? Start namin names again (WHAT!)
All you motherf***ers know, that I speak from the heart (UH!)
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four niggaz (AIGHT!)
Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin, it'll be the ones you forgotten about
that'll get you shot in your mouth (ARF! ARF!)
Got my dogs covered (UH!)
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (WHAT!)
"It's Dark," and I LOVE IT! (UH!)
Get him boy - let him loose (C'MON!)
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C'MON!)