'99 Live

Dont be scared of this
(terror sqaud)
Dont be scared of this
(thats right, thats right)
Prospecto
Follow me here now
[ chorus ]
Throw your hands up
My live ****** in the cut, put your triggers up
If you got love say, *****, ***** what
(** *** what) like you dont give a ****
*****es playin ****** just to get a buck
Get a buck (yeah, we hit em up) ( 2x)
[ verse 1: prospect ]
Yo, its the p-r-o-s-p-e-c-t
Im a thug you cant ph.d. me
Catch me in the back of the club switchin it up
Type of ***** to get drunk and piss in your cup
Listen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin the triz
And some, they tryin to pull it off right in front of the kids
Before i think about coming to cribs
I be lugging my glitz so big, on the waist it be rubbing my ribs
Its very dangerous ****in with this
I been doublin chips holdin my own with the chrome double-grips
Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics
When i used to fight, but i aint been scufflin since
This is as tough as it gets, never leave nothin with prints
Or you get blast and youre chopped up and stuffed in the fridge
They not playin me, i perfected this game from a to z
The ones i dont know will need ropes to hands and knees
[ chorus ]
[ verse 2: prospect ]
This ****ll never stop, as long as i live, ima forever rock
And stop ****** right where they standin when the baretta pop
My moms said i better not, but knew i had to
I said, imbustin mines, and aint nobody movin at you
She laughed too, like i was jokin, when im chrome-totin
I have a ***** in his home hopin i dont blow his dome open
I stay stoned, smokin while im on the low, im copin
A cool guy, but at times you catch me tone-locin
Been through a lotta ****, but never had a bone broken
Its tragic how i rap **** with my own potion
>from here to hoboken i was hoppin trains with no token
Now im on stage, they say im show-boatin
My flow potent, cause its mixed in raw
Spell it backwards, its war
The gat spits, you backflip through the door
I kill em all, terror squadian style
I only get down with the crown, only partyin wild
Ya heard
[ chorus ]
Now everybody from b-k, throw em up
Now everybody from new jerz, throw em up
Now everybody from q-b, throw em up
Now everybody from the b-x, throw em up
Now everybody from staten island, throw em up
To all my partners from westside, throw em up
Now everybody from the east coast, throw em up
If you dirty like the south, throw em up
You better throw em up
My man big pun, hit em up
My man joey crack, hit em up
The whole terror squad hit em up
The thoroughbreds, we hit em up
Prospect
99
Its almost over, baby
Right