Fear

"Hey now" - repeated throughout the song<br><br>[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]<br>Come on Henry, roll the fuckin` dice<br>Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real good<br>Tera Iz Him, yea, what the deal, baby boy Just`<br>How you feel my nigga? Yeah, Killarm`, Killarm`<br>Yeah, bout to get real fuckin` grimey<br><br>[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist]<br>Niggas run from the fear in they heart<br>The fear of the gun spark, the fear of the dark<br>The fear of the NARC`s, the fear of the parked cars<br>And parked vans in front of they house<br>Scanners hangin` out they back, yo, niggas sellin` crack<br><br>[P.R. Terrorist]<br>D.J.`s spinnin` wax in the clubs<br>Everybody`s thugs, everybody`s rockin` colors, nobody`s brothers any more<br>Why not? Everybody wanna fall, nobody standin` tall like a brick wall<br>Got my balls sweaty, battery charged up like Ever Ready<br>Forever ready, more cards than Mirror Freddie<br>Before I go, the world, they gon` forget me<br>Left two girls behind, both look like me<br>Promoter throwin` the show, don`t wanna invite me<br>How can a God be righteous, when they say I`m sheisty<br>I tell you why... because it`s me, me, wonderful me<br>Dom P, G.O.D., represent to the T<br>Represent for my niggas on the M.I.C., N.Y.C.<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[P.R. Terrorist]<br>Catch me in the back, countin` the money stack<br>Where it at, niggas is rollin` dice (4, 5, 6)<br>Think twice when you come around the hood, cuz niggas ain`t no good<br>It`s just an actual fact, sleep wit a fat black mack, and keep my gear intact<br>Cuz the bitches do love me, can`t forget about them<br>Plus can`t forget about the way they made me cum<br>Had two daughters while I was workin` on my son<br>Got questioned by jakes, while I was on the run<br>Made mad cheddar, while I was on the run<br>Bust mad guns, while I was on the run<br>Must say rest in peace, to my nigga Pun, Pun... rest in peace<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[P.R. Terrorist]<br>Dont` make me, choke you to death, you fake muthafucka<br>Hands out your pocket, don`t make me pull the eye shutter<br>Straight from the gutter, where I was born and raised<br>Nowadays shit be seemin` like we trapped in a cage<br>We got, gates that are twelve feet high, wit curl blades<br>Never had shit, tell you right now, that crime pays<br>Spanish rap cat, wit gats and razor blades<br>Handglide off the building, my wings and my shoulder blades<br>Straight flyin`, stroll through the hood, holdin` an iron<br>No lying, snakes are cunnivin`, niggas is spyin`<br>The Earth`s cryin`, and my thorn bush roses are dyin`<br>Bows are fryin` from hell`s heat, these mean streets got me buggin`<br>What the deal, cousin?<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Outro: P.R. Terrorist]<br>This how it is around the way, knawhatimean?<br>Terrorist shit, knowhatimsayin`?<br>Islord, `Bandz, 9th Prince, Beretta 9, ShoGun the Assason<br>4th Disciple, Dainja Mental, Killa Sin, Wannabeez, yeah