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Cuban Link
Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P.
Latins Goin Platinum baby!
Yeah yeah, yeah..
Uhh, year 2000
Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)
We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)
(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)
We rock the party and..
YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun
my fkin brother, makin motherfkers run for cover
The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler
Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muf*ler
Shut the fk up! Bust a slug through your jugular
Plus suckers get fked up with golf clubs, never front on us
T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby
So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy
You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?
With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE
Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT
In a Mercedes - Coupe fked up doin a BUCK
If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK
It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP
Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS
She wanna r*pe me - just because I'm sexy as fcK
So nigg* WHAT?
Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link
PunTear the club up!
LinkCause we don't care
PunE'rybody strip
LinkYeah we don't care
PunShoot the place up!
LinkYeah we don't care (nuh-ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH!)
We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
LinkYeah we don't care
PunT. Squaders
LinkYes, yeah we don't care
Punfk you nigg*!
LinkNah we don't care (nuh-ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH!)
We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
Big Punisher
Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props
I got to have it
Loadin and bustin a mac, did s**t in the past
Was ?? a fourth of they asses
Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls
Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws
My trigger got no heart nigg*, I'm blowin apart liver
and holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot
Baby better head for the hills, my wild for the night
My lead ready to peel this s**t really real
My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill
My d*ck quick to kill, we fittin to ill
No survivors, ?? Godivas or roses and flowers
Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders
Don't ?? ??, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama
I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow
You fkin with scholars, street knowledge
Carter kids stuck to the projects
Go ahead keep checkin that mall
and me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips
Keep talkin that dumb s**t like you want it
Yeah when are you gonna buck s**t
??? ???, ??? this mug s**t
Chorus
Cuban Link
Uhh..
Yeah..
Big Punisher..
Cuban Link..
Terror Squad..
Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way..
Anything goes..
The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..