Terror Squad - Rudeboy Salute

[Buju Banton] Never jump up in-a mi face, cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey (what about Pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Terror Squad leader, come down.. [VERSE 1: Fat Joe] When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin a sentence Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants Know your legends Fat Joe, Soul blowin up sessions Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection Can't tell me shit about murder and movin weight I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate It's proven today, Armageaddon's comin sooner than late We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates 50 niggas of terror, rockin 560 leathers Some of us are dyin to gain, but the name lives forever Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest When I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test Apply the pressure like I used to do, but Crack never left I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest What the fuck? [Buju Banton] Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey (what about Pun?) Lord (Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Tonight is a whole lot of fun [VERSE 2: Buju Banton] Tell them, icin this From the heart of Kingston to the ice of Alaska Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta I am di originial, fuck di impostor Determined to make it with or without ya No borders, no boundaries I've got to take care of my enemies Don't you oppress, eleviate stress Disrespect [?] wreckless Artillery strapped over my chest Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left Skip and dive, duck like The Matrix From the day I've been born I have been a target Get-get-get, whenever whoever Disrespect Buju Banton - never Lord [?] clever Wanted, make di front page of di [?] Terror Squad crew, you're takin over Over, over, over Hear dis Never jump up in-a mi face, cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Tell them (What about Pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Rudebwoy [????] pon down [VERSE 3: Big Pun] Easy.. Seeeeeen? Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat Why she livin fat, she ain't got a baby back Ya heard? Cause where we at it's either live or die I seen a nigga sky high from blye, cause he thought the shit was fly I let you ride if you bustin I let you die if you bluffin Cause to die is the whole price of nothin You fuckin with all brothers and Bronx bombers Who want drama, word to my dead and gone mama Let me find the next muthafucka Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don Carta And I'ma have to jig a nigga like Shawn Carter What's wrong, partner? Punisher peel your banana, see you mañana Leave your mama covered with a white [?] That's right, I'ma be there with my guns Blowin the spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues Cause where I'm from we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York [Buju Banton] Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong This was Fat Joe and Buju Banton Tell them (What about Pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) [Fat Joe] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.. Buju Banton Original rasta gangsta Fat Joe Terror Squad massive What, what? Murderous What