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LYRICS:

(Aight holdup i gotta fuck this shit up real quick, holdup)

Now lemme break it down for ya numbskulls, (for ya numbskulls)
Terror go so hard it make you and ya folks go dumb
Like mi amigos from da west
We off our meds and flickin fools like cigarettes
What’s next? Ain't got a plan mane, watchu thankin? (I don’t know)
I’m in the back, and my pockets still stankin from the
Indo i got at the shop up the block
I kinda wanna stop, but I might get popped
Ayo, i’ve never been played by a bop (nope)
Hoes too quick to homie hop and get da crotch rot, whoda thought?
With one word i got these nerds hot
And all these nerd birds flock, like i'm throwin seeds in a lot
Anyway, movin on
I come up with this shit so quick, ya gonna wanna put a helmet on
Cuz at the crack of dawn i’ll be on ya lawn
Droppin off packages just like tha unabomb
I’m blowin up ya crib and the fishes out da pond
I’ll spare ya mom, so you can see me when i tug her thong
In hindsight it’s probably wrong, but who got the mic? (Hm)
Yea thas right, now sing along:

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

(Ayo) Reid! What the fuck, where you been?
I been chillin, honed in, with a paper and a pen again
And ima need ends for you and ya friends
Cuz im servin up game like a benny in a Bennigans
I’m here to win, but you already knew
Still the same ol thang, so go ahead hide ya boo
Cuz the new school dude in cool boots finna swoop
Yaint have a clue, what i'm really boutta do
I’ll take ya chick mane im storm chaser (storm chaser)
The real slick, world class, door breaker (door breaker)
She want the thick stick, but i can’t shaker her (i can’t shake her)
The trouble makin, rap game Undertaker (the Undertaker)
Yea, its like this, but it ain’t like that (nah)
I’m drinking crown by the fifth in a Cadillac, pullin back
Triple six slappin out da pack, where the yak at?
Couple steps back lil mane best remember that
Cuz once i get going this shit become hotta
The don dotta, comin up from unda wata
There’s really none otha, you got the boy wunda
And i cut the whole thang like butta, it ain’t nothin

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

AINT NOTHIN

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so check it out, finna tell u what i’m all about
ya times runnin out so don’t make me spell it out
ya fuck w reid and thats a doubt
i pull-up in ya town and blast the teeth straight up out ya mouth
w the magnum 
my style stay platinum
skills u lack em, hoes know go ask one
colder than a sickle got ladies rubbin they nipples
pretty simple
fuck around and get crippled

cuz first things first bitch i’m the boss
chew u like floss leave ya face without a bottom jaw
let the game die bitch ill kill it if i have to
and if they ask who they betta not ask you
cuz you don’t wanna fuck wit a pimp
got a dick like a blimp so i walk wit a limp
im here to show ya folks that im the realest it can get
i’ll bet my style so smooth it'll make ya mommas coochie wet

WHEN ITS ALL GONE
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
SICK OF ALWAYS HEARIN IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
MOTHAFUCKAS THINK IM LOSING IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
BUT I DONT FIVE A FUCK
KNUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP 

1 2 3 4 to the 5
suicide ain’t work im still alive
6 7 8 and the 9 millimeter 10 shots make it hot like a heater
i don’t trust much but i dust fools with a slim uppercut
takin off the mask movin up
my shit suck less then a hoe with a flat chest
ya bitch look sick so i take her to the vet

bet

my rhymes just be wicked like that
throwing up the set with a fully automatic 
i got the rhythm with the most steez hoe please 
now i gottem down on both knees
break ya bitch like bread coast to coast bodies be dead when i boast
my shit gross
the host with the most burn ya like queso
u got a problem just say so

WHEN ITS ALL GONE
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
SICK OF ALWAYS HEARIN IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
MOTHAFUCKAS THINK IM LOSING IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
BUT I DONT FIVE A FUCK
KNUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP

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LYRICS

Welcome, to my hotel room
A hotel room freestyle
You already know, let's go
It goes like this, it goes exactly like this

Life goes on like a windmill
Only plot I got is to grip steel, make a mil
Stayin' real, always ill from 1993 til
Souls of mischief did it better still
Whatever on ya skin like leather flap you like a feather
Don't depend on the weather, you know I'm better
Than most these clowns ya be seeing on the TV
'Cause I don't need cream, I got enough for me see
I'm like a dairy farm I make cheese when I please
This untapped potential have you stuck on ya knees
Spewin' goop like a slut when they sneeze
Jack ya wallet with ease, bruised lids from a lack of sleep
Put a chrome to ya dome and eject the meat
I'll take my seat now, Big G on the beats, kaplow
Don't move dude I got some more food for ya mouth
Turn this old church to a fuckin' slaughterhouse
But hold the phone, pick up all the pieces of ya head blown
I love drugs but I'll never condone
Knockout a cop in the comfort of my own home
Fuck pigs, 'til I'm six feet, overgrown
Head to hell screamin' "Fuck 12" 'til I'm out the ozone
Then dust 'em off like a camera lens
Whip a Benz y'all should really see how far my shorty bends
And how my shotty ends life put 2 thru you and save the rest for ya wife
Bitch good night
I love my wife, but fuck life
Could get a murder charge just to see what the fuck it feels like
Leave me alone
Could give a fuck who you with bitch I said leave me alone
Feed ya Momma a bone, give her a treat if she make me a scone
Live ya life and get the fuck off ya phone
Appreciate the moment and you'll never be alone
I can't surf, but I'm gnar like Spicolli
Flat ya like some dough
And cut ya up like pepperoni
Personal pan pizza in the oven bitch I'm hungry
I eat these fools faster than a mothafuckin' humvee
My honey got a rump that make
Humpty Dumpty land on his feet
Capiche?
Damn Reid be off the leash
I been kicked around, eaten up, chewed and spit out
My mind was torn to pieces so I ripped that shit out
Ten years down the drain, guess I wasn't cut out
Fast forward 2020, who you listen to now? (Reid)
Mothafuckas gettin' sick off the clout
They'd rather suck each other off
Instead of figure it out
Reid's here to patch it up like a squeaky leaky water spout

Like a squeaky leaky water spout
Imma clean this shit up
Imma kill this shit
Just for fun I don't even have to
Someone's gotta do it
That's why I'm here
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TERROR REID - WINDMILLZ

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LYRICS

[Bobby Raps]
I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe

[Terror Reid]
If you bumping this track then I'm sure ya wanna know
The absolute easiest way to stack dough
You probably working day jobs and cleaning someone else's mess
So much stress you got a pain in ya chest
Well sit and take notes I got knowledge to throw
The only way to get by is stealing from the rich folk
They got the nice cars and ice they pay the highest price just to gloat
Don't feel bad, they got a boat
First thing ya wanna do is find a balling ass crib
Ya gotta lot of options, take ya time, get it in
Ya betta do some diggin'
And try to find a spot that's not hot
With limited security and what not
Find out when they leave and when they come back
Rich fucks always got a tight schedule and all that
Now jack a cheap ass car that you can use for the boost
Better yet a set of stolen plates will do
Head to the gun shop and use all the cash ya got
Once you got the heat, stash it under the seat
To be sure they ain't home, give the front door a knock
It's a rich dude's spot, so ya can't pick the lock
Instead of that, head to the back and find a window
Now put ya gloves on and punch it out like a trick hoe
Next thing ya know ya on the inside
But ya gotta be quick, so set a timer for 5 and look alive

[Bobby Raps]
I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe

[Terror Reid]
Now scope out the first floor, look for nice shit
Wallets, keys, a watch anything you can get
Check the house for false floors, cameras and trap doors
Everything you see here tonight is now yours
Find out where they sleep, and check the sheets and flip the bed
Check the closets anywhere you think they keep bread
But keep ya hand on the heat in case they come back
Don't be afraid to blast 'em or stab 'em in the back
'Cause the only thing standing between you and the cash is a bitch ass rat who can't even act
Eventually you'll find more cheese than you can spend
Escape the way you came in and watch the robbery end
Now ya gotta act quick, and ditch the evidence
Dispose of all ya clothes and shit and blow up the whip
Figure out an alibi, maybe you was with a bitch
And she sucked ya dick so good you passed out and didn't do shit
Or maybe you was driving down the street and fell asleep
Cause ya dickhead boss make you work all week
Whatever it is, stick with that shit 'til it ends
And don't tell anybody, not even ya closest friends
You'd be surprised how quick ya homies hang ya out to dry
They lie, cause they ain't get they piece of the pie
Well fuck all that, you earned every cent in the sac
Just go home and count your stacks and never look back
It's Reid

[Bobby Raps]
I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe


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Kill the Rich

TERROR REID - KILL THE RICH FEAT. BOBBY RAPS

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(I don't know dude, ship it)
(Ship it dog, I ain't got time for that shit, let's go uh)
(Once again
My shit's low
Turn it up
Reid in the cut)

They don't be calling me Terror for nothin'
I'm always up to something
I'm bumpin' lines in a 4 doe, slumpin'
Dunkin' on punks who tryna throw me off
Try to show me off acting like we tight
They wanna jack me off
But here's the thing
I make it loud 'til they ears ring
This game yang so I must be the ying
Grab my thingy-thing
Pass it to the left and now we giggling
Toes tingling I'll start mingling
Off top like mysterio
Really lyrical
Terribly hysterical
I make 'em soggy like cereal
Here we go bitch crack it open
I'm rollin' up a doobie, hockin' loogies while I'm smokin'
Yolkin'
Yo I think yo thing broken
Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open
I keep it raw, like my shawty ass when I smack it
I never practice
Hand me a mic and I'll attack it
Samurai moves that make ya neck turn elastic
I jack the keys to your hatchback and crash it
Dustin' off my tee like you'll never believe
I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree

You think you clever on the mic bitch?
Say no mo'
My shit is boss when I'm spittin' it
Say no mo'
Throw ya hands, I'll throw mine
Catch you frontin' for the last time
I'ma blast ya ass into the past time
You got a man that need a chin check?
Say no mo'
Light 'em up like a cigarette
Say no mo'
I got the ice and the gold the cash flow and the clothes
But it still ain't enough yo I need some mo'

(I really do)
(Let it ride
Let it ride out 'til it dry out)

Well how it be, what it do? Yeah fool I'm looking at you
I been in it for a minute, can't limit what I do
So what's the deal? Disintegrating mics is my skill
I'm off a couple pills I just can't stay still
For real
And while I'm at it lemme grab the cash out da reggi
My wordplay heavy and my trunk say Chevy
My mind constantly makin' nonsense
Processing what I want it's Reid in the gauntlet
The best yet, I dress wet no necklace
I'm blessed wit a style that's straight reckless
Punk say it with ya chest you know I'm next
You can keep ya bloody check
Cause I do what I can to stack ricotta
Bust yo medulla oblongata
Underground warlord jumpin' out a choppa
I never stoppa
It only take one shot to make your head poppa
I got tha
Jumbo prawns, the brains and the brawns
Rest in peace Big L yo
I gotta put it on
Like I said before y my shit go
Like wheels on the track ya ain't even know
Say no mo'

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