[Intro: Dom PaChino]
Yeah, let`s get gangsta
Tera Iz Him, all y`all fake muthafuckas
Stop frontin`, yeah
Killarm`, yeah
Where my niggaz at?
Puerto Rico
[Dom PaChino]
Check the hot shot, aimin` for the number one hot spot
It`s Crime Stock when ya beat drop, and Terrorist rock
Hip hop, this real steel, straight from Brazil
The solo deal caught a mill, rock a Navy Blue Shield
Master build, ready to kill, but I keep it concealed
Y`all niggaz play the outfield, them other bat wit a drill
Seen success through the rap almanac, ya blood spill
When I pack cats, overreact, they need to chill
Wait ya turn, you get ya perm, what`s to say what I earn?
You wanna act more concerned, like ya eager to learn
Explicit like Howard Stern, have you callin` the firm
But they ain`t no satisfaction in affirmative action
When P.R. come attackin` wit the points that you`re lackin`
No time for mackin`, when the God be blackin` the fuck out
Sniff before had wit my record logo, livin` no doubt
To the madness, what this Terrorist shit, is all about
Hear me clear, through ya ear, broadcast it over the air
Words ain`t nothin` to fear, thoughts sharp like a spear
Rockin` camo` for the `99 year, no interfere
Y`all niggaz waited all year, but the album is here
In stores everywhere, Terrorist warfare, beware
Have you leakin` like a drop of tear, and disappear
Into thin air, slappin` this track just like a bear
You know the snare, from the killas eyes, always sincere
Pour my beer for those who ain`t here, rest in peace
Terrorist is the hottest M.C. on the streets
Won`t leave the studio session til the song is complete
We roll deep, stompin` niggaz out on the concrete
Talk is cheap kid, go against me and meet defeat
[Chorus 4X: Dom PaChino]
Killarm`, we in the place
When you in thug, put on ya War Face
We don`t care, if you stare
When we bust our gun, y`all niggaz disappear
