Triplets

Since day one niggaz died at the Don 'Cause I was anon now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated Quadriplegic any squad that want to squab when I'm heated Not even God can believe it the way we regulate And levitate heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight Every day I do the same thang It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me But who can stop me, from breakin' niggaz off like Fujiyaki? My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial With a known friction obsession addiction to shoot ya Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin' the feds the satisfaction Subtractin' my freedom have me missin' in action A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold Flex like you been forced, still "bless you" like a chest cold We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go [Chorus: x2] Every man in this world has a destiny Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin' rid of me Uh, uh, uh, yo! Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar But fast cash don't last forever I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings My destiny was to shine, ? to climb Especially in time, with the recipe in mind From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you I had to burn my glock and earn my spot The time flew by, had to turn my clock And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree She ain't really my dream there's a better way what? Prospect'll have to collect dough Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin' I was tryin' to drive A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin' ? A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave [Chorus] Every man in this world has a destiny Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're ?