Pr Terrorist Bum Rush Lyrics

Bum Rush Lyrics

[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]



Yeah, I remember stickin' the fuckin' pizza man



Nigga used to come in the building, we followed him up in the elevator



Knowhatimean? Pull the joint at him, take everything he got on pay day



Run down seven flights wit a box of pizza, eatin' the shit



Cuz niggas was hungry for real (word)



Shit was crazy though, knowhatimean? Staten Island



Stapleton, Park Hill, Stuben







[P.R. Terrorist]



I never had it all, never played basketball



Used to play the, park when it's dark, wit the joint out



Ass and all, acid rain hit the floor, blood stain in project halls



Got my dun in the projects, eatin' Halls



Drinkin' Hemrocks, talk about it, open up his pores



Got his shit cocked, talkin' bout 'the world is yours'



No doubt, I love you kid, you my heart and all



Took that thing for me, back when we was just about to fall



No label deal, no lavish, no diamonds, no carriage



Could of been the average, now new young man in this game, that's
established



Got my shittin' order, bitches from coast to coast, plus around the border



Dame that chocha, receive beef and never scorch this



Smoke greens that burn slow like torture



The therapist, now session into the mind of the Terrorist



Yo, aiyo







[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist]



I came to bum rush this hip hop game



Ya'll niggas know my niggas plus the way that we get down



I came to bum rush this hip hop game



Ya'll niggas know my niggas...







[P.R. Terrorist]



Y'all niggas know us...



You in the mind of the Terrorist, Dom Pachino, P.R.



The arch nemesis, the best of it, that's my testament



When in the streets, I'm vested, protected



Check it, never naked, full clothed and fully loaded



Leave your chest bloated wit slugs dipped in peroxide



Carbon dioxide, in the penile, I show you how it knocks side



But when the sparks fly, niggas see the darkside



Park your ass in the seat, and take a ride



I like you cuz you dealin' wit pride



Not on some bullshit, let the tool stink, while I lay my shit down in ink



Used to sell pounds that extinct, fill my accounts to the brink



Alone wit my pockets, until they take that ass away to think



For a young man, expand like grams of blow



Keep it gangsta wit the flow and just let these niggas know



Let 'em know, yo, yo, check it, yo







[Chorus]







[P.R. Terrorist]



Lord please save me, look what you gave me, since a baby



Many ways to die, only one way to survive, shit's crazy



Plus niggas are shady, try'nna snake me, think it's gravy



The sky is hazy, I light it up when I'm blazed



The joint's on safety, bulletproof Coup, I'm safe



Space cadets scan us, so the dicks can't trace me



Nor replace me wit another, my skin is rubber



I peel it off and let you see what's under, cyborg



Terrorist, half machine, half rhymin' wonder



And when I cometh, you feel the muthafuckin' thunder



You feel it? Yeah you feel that shit, son? Yo, yo







[Chorus 2X]







[Outro: P.R. Terrorist]



Ya'll niggas, and show us



Cop the L.P.'s, pick 'em up, word