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Terror Squad f. Remy Ma, Prospect, and Armageddon
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Now, the paint is peeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, when the chips are down
Yeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout
Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out
Yeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out
The bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out
You gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs
My records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs
From O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's
No joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed
My dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D
For three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed
You really don't know me, and that's the fun part
See, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart
And you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter
I got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter
You look sad when I pass in the toy Benz
You gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend
Now, the paint is peeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, the paint is peeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, your head goes 'round and 'round
Yeah, uh, it's the resurrection
Fresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off
Yeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo
You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire
Or you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher
Another angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired
Goin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased
Shit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us
The way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires
My old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier
So I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire
What goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'
That's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent
Just before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence
To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice
I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars
Some nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God
Tryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars
Get my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars
Now, the paint is peeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, the paint is peeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, your head goes 'round and 'round
Yeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man
You know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah
Terror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em
Yo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect
Put your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)
On any condition, I drops it
On a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters
Told it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha
We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta
Smokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas
After that, go to City Island and get the lobsters
Now, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions
Never had a job, but still takin' all my business
No GED, only diploma was my lyrics
I rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance
And rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back
And clap-clap at your doormat like, "Nigga, hold that"
There's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'
Them motherfuckers right on the strip
Then chillin', I'm villian, what?
Now, the paint is peeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, the paint is peeling
Now, when the chips are down
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, your head goes 'round and 'round