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 niggas in the cut, put your triggers up
   If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga what"
   (Nigga what) Like you don't give a fuck
   Bitches playin niggas 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 nigga 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 fuckin 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 shit'll never stop, as long as I live, I'ma forever rock
   And stop niggas 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 nigga 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 shit, but never had a bone broken
   It's tragic how I rap shit 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