[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah, time to educate the youth (Speak on it God)
'Cause if we won't, then who will? (True)
Terror Squad style, yo
(Speak on it God)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essence
Messin' around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the things that I have not
I pray to God I get my uncle out the crack spot
I hear mad shots, homicide come and play Matlock
But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me fam? The Devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan formed the Million Man up in Washington
The Hidden Hand even planned this man
Have me goin' hand to hand, killin' my own clan
But now I understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin' about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer

[Verse 2: Cuban Link]
Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple
Kids robbin', coppin' capsules, rockin' tattoos
Boppin' with ankles, locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin' at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they down with it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit
Now it's been written that all men are equal but then it's legal
When they beat us and treat us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand
They made us sell this land so the palest man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government
'Cause Uncle Sam is smugglin' drugs for us
To hustle all the stuff for him, even McGruff is in it
Gettin' a percentage, takin' advantage
Punishin' just blacks and hispanics
[Verse 3: Big Punisher]
My heart is cold as ice, so I know I'm sheist
Big Pun was the kid that no one liked
My whole life is one big roll of the dice
Payin' a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Rikers not knowin' my existence was priceless
It's like this, my soul was lifeless
I earned stripes fighting the nicest in the crisis
I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash like hyphens
Invitin' any rapper to Clash With the Titan
My writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be biting like Tyson
I'm hypin' the crowd, keepin' 'em Loud like my label
I'm proud I'm able to live in the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and rendering fear through insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic, 'cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it, Seis, I don't want it

[Verse 4: Triple Seis]
I'm a Dominican stranded in New York like Gilligan
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen' again
But here they come, the badges and cuffs, searchin' for guns
Turnin' their ride on the side of the curb to see who runs
They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin' heat
Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin' for you boys in blue, the system poisoned you Blew your cover, now what you supposed to do?
I never let the faggot pull the trig first
It won't be no American flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks
So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks
[Verse 5: Armaggedon]
This dude, he had the darkest pads who dressed up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin' trash, how he stacked n***as to almanac
Gunshots to corner four police informants
Stood like he modeled the latest fashion, the sidewalk sideshow performance
He raised to pull with grace, a razor blew his face
Four is commissary plus a pack of da-dun-da-duns laced with toothpaste
Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get trampled
By people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel
That's what his poppa said whose locked for droppin' Ahmed
In the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he became a braindead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin' bacalaitos
But hey little kids, don't follow these dopes

[Break: Prospect]
What? Uh-huh, yeah I can dig that

[Verse 6: Prospect]
They call me Prospect, I just came back from New Paltz
Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course
It's lost on the Ave, tryna take my life from the past
Get this legal cash, look what I done grabbed without Dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to negativity
Only if he had one love, trust for liberty
This world would be a better place, give what it takes
In a race to racism replace the snake in 'em
Bad ones, want to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryna keep this positive vibe and from that
I generate to the top, like Puff we "won't stop"
I'm mature now, with one knot, ain't tryna get locked
And to the shorties on the block tryin' twist 40 tops
Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black & Decker
And stop speedin' like a Kawasaki, from my life to your life
I'm touchin' everybody, Twinz, watch me
[Outro: Prospect]
Everything we speak is the truth
From Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second
The whole world run know, everything we speak is the truth
Terror Squad

[Skit]
Yo, Joe crack, what's up man?
What's the deal, dunn?
What's the deal, pop?
All right, chilling man
Yo man, I'm hearing about your album
I hear y'all gonna be heating the street
Shit is blazing, n***a
I'm talking about, we shitting on motherfuckers
Yo, no doubt, I got a question for you though, man
What's up with that cat on Armageddon, man, from that, from that track Fire Water, man
Yo, that n***a's hot, man, what's up? No doubt. I'm saying he's mad nice But you know what I'm saying?
The word Uptown is we want to know when he's coming out
What's the deal with him, man?
You tell all them n***as Uptown to chill the motherfuck on out
Man, that's my dog
He's coming out, it's just everybody gotta wait there turn
But is he coming out, we need to know, man
Matter of fact he about to shoot on nggas right now