Terror

[Intro: Lord Digga] Hit me over the head, nigga! Yeah, you're god damn right We got the shit to make your dome split You fucking around over here? You gonna feel the terror [Verse 1: Masta Ace, Lord Digga] (What's your name, kid?) Well, lets just say It's the A to the S - E Don't try to test me And I just be Brownsville to the bone like that Stone avenue, where ya at? [Who you run with?] Well, the INC I got lord to the D I got Paula to the P Plus me, ey, Leschea Keep the tangarae And pour me a glass of that monkey made of brass Fast That's how it is and how it goes I don't need silk clothes To pull all the holes In your head Bum the gunshots and the raps I bust mad caps When the wack take naps Perhaps I need to wake 'em up Then I take 'em up Then I shake 'em up Hey, then I break 'em up Like glass Im up in that ass like Charmin Harmin' MC's that feel like swarmin Like fleas But I got these Pesticide rhymes You best to try crimes Cuz' if you try to fuck with this Then you just made an error And you gonna feel the terror [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Coming through in the black cherry automobile That's how I feel Everybody claimin' real and holdin steel But I be on some rollin shit, Holdin' shit Down for my borough, Brooklyn base thorough That's why, I do or die Like Bed-Stuy Oh my, that shit that get you high It's something of a phenomenon Like white lines Me and Mines run thick like Heinz Catch up, you can't catch up So play the rear, over there It's B-bass in your ear And your eyes So realize and recognize A nigga dies When we terrorize [Verse 3: Masta Ace, Leschea] I don't think you really wanna play Cuz' we be doin' niggas every day Just like that J-J-Just like that J-J-Just like that I cram a knife in your back The INC don't care about you and your crew Or them niggas that you run with Them the niggas you'll get done with Check it We be comin' with that bigger and better and more shit We got that raw shit It's the I It's the N It's the C No mystery, You dont want none of me You must not know the time If you wanna try and say that Whatchu' got there, INC? Motherfucking right, yo play that, hate that (Feels so good, that my mind won't let go) Black boy, black boy Turn that shit down Fuck that Now feel the terror in my sound