K-Rino is down with The Terrorists...(The founder...)



Klondike Kat is down with The Terrorists...(Lyrical Lion...)



Section A, they down with The Terrorists...(DBX, Eyque...)



Aftamath is down with The Terrorists...(My brotha Twice...)



A.C. Chill is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Kim?)



Tech-9 is down with The Terrorists...(What's up?)



Murder One is down with The Terrorists...(Murder One...)



First Degree, they down with The Terrorists...



(Yeah, wreckers...)



Felony is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Felony?)



The Messiahs, they down with The Terrorists...



(Rasheed, Jim...)



J.J. Bass is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Jason?)



Rapper K is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Keith?)



The Game Boys, they down with The Terrorists...



(Nice to meet, Weester...)



Maestro from Philly is down with The Terrorists...



(Keenan...)



A Step Beyond, they down with The Terrorists...(K.O...)



Joe Will is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Joe?)



Point Blank is down with The Terrorists...



(What's up, Reggie?)



Triple-X is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Anthony?)



Street Military, they down with The Terrorists...



(What's up, gees?)



Grim and The Latin Sectors is down with The Terrorists...



(Paul...)







Everybody know I don't go out that much



But when I go out I hear so much stuff



About Dope, about this, about that



About Egypt-E, about Rap-A-Lot and my contract



All in my life, jocking what I do



I got my knife, my clock ain't that few



I got my 9, my .38 and my Beringer



I'm ready to go to war with lyrics and I'm daring you



You step to Dope with a rhyme



Any line, any kind, you little punks, I don't mind



Because I'm mentally gifted



now watch me shift it and uplift it



Can I kick it with a swift kick?



Like a pander but I'm a panther, a hunter



A grand slam home run hitter not a bunner



Been hurt too many times to trust you so I go for the Gusto



Don't even attempt to stop my flow



Cause my lyrics bust your game in half



You wanna battle? Go get your royalty check and put up half



You jocking on me, leeching on me, looking for a piggy bag



I'm locing up cause there ain't gonna be none of that...







Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight



Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...



Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight



Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...



Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight



Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...



Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight, two shots...



Dead weight...







A brotha gotta pack his peace



I see, just to get self peace bullets gotta release



And no, I wasn't raised like that but you gotta survive



In South Park your life is on lease



Watch your back, how many times have I said it?



And books and magazines don't lie, I know you read it



It will happen so fast, it will happen so quick



Brothas looking for a strong come-up, a major lick



I'm in it to win it



I'm telling you I'm in this rap game to end



But how can I save more money



and all that money I need to spend



I hooked up with Egypt and we make terror beats



Then I'm flat broke searching for money



in between our concerts



Barely making it and still it's Allah's thang



I have just enough to put 94 cents in my gas tank



See, everything be cool when



I'm producing your souvenir song free



Now you wanna pull out your gun and fight



when Landmine's charging a fee



Hmmm, I see how you are, a conman, self centered solo star



You jocking on me, leeching on me, looking for a piggy bag



I'm locing up cause there ain't gonna be none of that...







Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight



Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...



Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight



Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...



Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight



Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...



Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight, two shots...



Dead weight...







Yo, straight, straight love shouts to K-Rino



Klondike Kat, Aftamath, Geylan



yeah, J.J. Bass, Rasheed the Messiah, what's up?



Yeah, Maestro from Philly



K.O. my friend indeed, Point Blank, Triple-X, Street Military, Grimm and the Latin Sectors



my mom, my dad, my sister Atrece and my niece Ariel



Allah, yeah...







Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight



Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...



Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight



Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...



Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight



Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...



Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight, two shots...



Dead weight