Dom PaChino (aka PR Terrorist) - Crime Stock LYRICS

[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