'99 Live

Don't be scared of this

(terror sqaud)

Don't be scared of this

(that's right, that's right)

Prospecto

Follow me here now

[ chorus ]

Throw your hands up

My live ****** in the cut, put your triggers up

If you got love say, '*****, ***** what'

(***** what) like you don't give a ****

*****es playin ****** just to get a buck

Get a buck (yeah, we hit em up) (2x)

[ verse 1: prospect ]

Yo, it's the p-r-o-s-p-e-c-t

I'm a thug you can't ph.d. me

Catch me in the back of the club switchin it up

Type of ***** to get drunk and piss in your cup

Listen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin the triz

And some, they tryin to pull it off right in front of the kids

Before i think about coming to cribs

I be lugging my glitz so big, on the waist it be rubbing my ribs

It's very dangerous ****in with this

I been doublin chips holdin my own with the chrome double-grips

Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics

When i used to fight, but i ain't been scufflin since

This is as tough as it gets, never leave nothin with prints

Or you get blast and you're chopped up and stuffed in the fridge

They not playin me, i perfected this game from a to z

The ones i don't know will need ropes to hands and knees

[ chorus ]

[ verse 2: prospect ]

This ****'ll never stop, as long as i live, i'ma forever rock

And stop ****** right where they standin when the baretta pop

My moms said i better not, but knew i had to

I said, 'i'm bustin mines, and ain't nobody movin at you'

She laughed too, like i was jokin, when i'm chrome-totin

I have a ***** in his home hopin i don't blow his dome open

I stay stoned, smokin while i'm on the low, i'm copin

A cool guy, but at times you catch me tone-locin

Been through a lotta ****, but never had a bone broken

It's tragic how i rap **** with my own potion

>from here to hoboken i was hoppin trains with no token

Now i'm on stage, they say i'm show-boatin

My flow potent, cause it's mixed in raw

Spell it backwards, it's 'war'

The gat spits, you backflip through the door

I kill em all, terror squadian style

I only get down with the crown, only partyin wild

Ya heard

[ chorus ]

Now everybody from b-k, throw em up

Now everybody from new jerz, throw em up

Now everybody from q-b, throw em up

Now everybody from the b-x, throw em up

Now everybody from staten island, throw em up

To all my partners from westside, throw em up

Now everybody from the east coast, throw em up

If you dirty like the south, throw em up

You better throw em up

My man big pun, hit em up

My man joey crack, hit em up

The whole terror squad hit em up

The thoroughbreds, we hit em up

Prospect

'99

It's almost over, baby

Right