Bum Rush - Lyrics - P.r. Terrorist

[Intro: P.R. Terrorist] Yeah, I remember stickin' the ***' pizza man *** 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 *** Cuz *** was hungry for real (word) *** 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 *** 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 *** 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, *** 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 *** know my *** plus the way that we get down I came to bum rush this hip hop game Ya'll *** know my ***... [P.R. Terrorist] Y'all *** 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 ***, I show you how it knocks side But when the sparks fly, *** see the darkside Park your *** in the seat, and take a ride I like you cuz you dealin' wit pride Not on some ***, let the tool stink, while I lay my *** down in ink Used to sell pounds that extinct, fill my accounts to the brink Alone wit my pockets, until they take that *** away to think For a young man, expand like grams of blow Keep it gangsta wit the flow and just let these *** 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, ***'s crazy Plus *** 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 ***, son? Yo, yo [Chorus x2] [Outro: P.R. Terrorist] Ya'll ***, and show us Cop the L.P.'s, pick 'em up, word