Fear Lyrics

Fear lyrics

"Hey now" - repeated throughout the song







[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]



Come on Henry, roll the fuckin' dice



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real good



Tera Iz Him, yea, what the deal, baby boy Just'



How you feel my nigga? Yeah, Killarm', Killarm'



Yeah, bout to get real fuckin' grimey







[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist]



Niggas run from the fear in they heart



The fear of the gun spark, the fear of the dark



The fear of the NARC's, the fear of the parked cars



And parked vans in front of they house



Scanners hangin' out they back, yo, niggas sellin' crack







[P.R. Terrorist]



D.J.'s spinnin' wax in the clubs



Everybody's thugs, everybody's rockin' colors, nobody's brothers any more



Why not? Everybody wanna fall, nobody standin' tall like a brick wall



Got my balls sweaty, battery charged up like Ever Ready



Forever ready, more cards than Mirror Freddie



Before I go, the world, they gon' forget me



Left two girls behind, both look like me



Promoter throwin' the show, don't wanna invite me



How can a God be righteous, when they say I'm sheisty



I tell you why... because it's me, me, wonderful me



Dom P, G.O.D., represent to the T



Represent for my niggas on the M.I.C., N.Y.C.







[Chorus]







[P.R. Terrorist]



Catch me in the back, countin' the money stack



Where it at, niggas is rollin' dice (4, 5, 6)



Think twice when you come around the hood, cuz niggas ain't no good



It's just an actual fact, sleep wit a fat black mack, and keep my gear
intact



Cuz the bitches do love me, can't forget about them



Plus can't forget about the way they made me cum



Had two daughters while I was workin' on my son



Got questioned by jakes, while I was on the run



Made mad cheddar, while I was on the run



Bust mad guns, while I was on the run



Must say rest in peace, to my nigga Pun, Pun... rest in peace







[Chorus 2X]







[P.R. Terrorist]



Dont' make me, choke you to death, you fake muthafucka



Hands out your pocket, don't make me pull the eye shutter



Straight from the gutter, where I was born and raised



Nowadays shit be seemin' like we trapped in a cage



We got, gates that are twelve feet high, wit curl blades



Never had shit, tell you right now, that crime pays



Spanish rap cat, wit gats and razor blades



Handglide off the building, my wings and my shoulder blades



Straight flyin', stroll through the hood, holdin' an iron



No lying, snakes are cunnivin', niggas is spyin'



The Earth's cryin', and my thorn bush roses are dyin'



Bows are fryin' from hell's heat, these mean streets got me buggin'



What the deal, cousin?







[Chorus]







[Outro: P.R. Terrorist]



This how it is around the way, knawhatimean?



Terrorist shit, knowhatimsayin'?



Islord, 'Bandz, 9th Prince, Beretta 9, ShoGun the Assason



4th Disciple, Dainja Mental, Killa Sin, Wannabeez, yeah