Pass The Glock Lyrics by Terror Squad

Pass The Glock Lyrics

    [prospect]
    Pass the glock word up
    Pass 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
    Niggas better be calm or i'ma 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 cock 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'ma 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 nigga 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 shit bang like a clock
    I pull your chain till it pop
    Put one in your brain for fuckin 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, kill your free lance for only three grand
    Makin an examp for my other workers and cut off each hand
    You greedy mothafuckas i'll see you in hell
    Jealous niggas wanna see me in jail fiendin to tell

    Chorus 2x

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