[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]
Yeah, Tera Iz Him, the Ramadan, yeah
Here it come...
[P.R. Terrorist]
Aiyo, I stay in hostility, make sure y`all crab niggas be feelin` me
Unload your clip, I`m Teflon Don, it ain`t no killin` me
I`m on the block, 1 A.M., coppin` a felony
The raw way, on Broad Street in broad day
Display my sword play, like a Broadway play left in the doorway
Half cocked, your gun didn`t jam, you had it on lock
Should`ve learned, how to work that shit, before you shot at the
Career criminal, burners tucked near my testicle
Identical, g sag off my ass ready to finish you
For fuckin` up, not sayin` your shots would`ve hit me
Cuz your ass is too shook, and your trigger finger is shifty
If I go, the whole world go, you comin` with me
Nasty taste, dirt on my face, gun on my waist
Make a shooting range out of the place, about face
Crime capital, givin` ya`ll niggas somethin` to clap to
Return of the Six Man Wettin`, held at the chapel
Incarcerated, mentally shackled, they wanna trap you
Dust you off, dumped in the ocean, the sharks attack you
Left alone in a dark room, my mic grapple
Just a sample of what I can do on the L.P.
My C.D., a hologram picture visionin` 3D
You see me on the streets in 2G, that means they clone me
The devil tried, but I rebel, he wanna own me
Don`t say peace, your ass is confused, you`re fuckin` phony
You`re analog, my catalog`s digital, like a Sony sound system
I hit `em and twist `em, then dismiss `em
Terrorist, expodition, new jack, play your position
[Chorus 2X: P.R. Terrorist]
The moves niggas make, the rules niggas break
The lives niggas take, your lives are at stake
Wit plans to expand, we rise just like a cake
Be wise, look deep in to the eyes and tell a snake
[Hook 2X: Chi Chi]
The moves, the moves, niggas make
The rules, the rules, niggas break
The lives, the lives, that they take
Their lives, their lives, are at stake
[P.R. Terrorist]
Yo, I`m like The Last Man Standing, pawn, weld in the cannon
He`s exhausted, explainin` to me, I shouldn`t have forced it
You`re damn right, that`s why I left you hot in your pipe
Rookie cadets, all upset, tryin` to vanish my stripes
It`s get me hype, just the thought of them, trynna take my life
Then run North, vacate the sight, like a thief in the night
It`s kinda sickening, thinkin` of your self as the victim
That`s why I`m standin` here, niggas in suds and blood drippin`
Rarely confused, cuz I ain`t got Nothing to Lose
I seen cats crippled and dead, cuz friends that they choose
Broadcastin` live on the ten o`clock news
Anyway, who`s to say, it can`t happen to you?
But you a thug, wit a color, or a crew tattoo
All the same, when the barrel of flames pointed at you
Hollow points`ll leave double jointed, and black and blue
When the scar heal up, and you got no cousin Phillip
And your other man got hit, can`t feel from his waist up
In a wheelchair, gettin` wheeled around
All because, he didn`t know how to react when he heard the sound
These are the rules...
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Chi Chi]
The moves, the moves, niggas make
Those rules, those rules, niggas break
The moves, the moves, those rules, those rules...
