8 Bars Of Terror

[Intro: Lo Cash]
Yo, listen here
This is a street alert, you understand what I'm sayin'?
We got eight bars of terror
Comin' from the Strong People's Coalition, you understand what I'm sayin'?
And we comin' at ya, and y'all better get ready
I'm tellin' you just like I told Betty
You better strap up and get your naked ass ready
'Cause we comin' with full force and we ain't playin'
Yo, Strong People, kick it

[Chorus: Double XX Posse]
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

[Verse 1: Warm Prince Shabazz & Double XX Posse]
The world's ready to put the camoflage on and start huntin' down suckers
(Hit 'em up) And put the .223 scope for motherfuckers
Now bring the rubber, now who's the toughest?
My style's the roughest, it's way too hard for the Mobb Deep lover
The WW's ready to smother you
Plus my styles extra butter, so you could slip and try to test a brother
And get snorted when your people taunt you
Or prepared for the new order because time's gettin' shorted

[Verse 2: BK The Original Bootsmoker]
Ayo, I'm burnin' motherfuckers like gonorrhea (Ah)
And yo, I pop more shit than a fat nigga with diarrhea
Yo, when it comes to mad skills, kid, I run it
Got more jams than store boogies 1200s
Me losin' to an MC?
Yo, that's how most, peep be want the shit, money, I just can't see
Yo, takin' Ls, that's the wrong route
So for now, I'm just gon' chill with my nuts in your mouth

[Verse 3: Sha Born & MC Sugar Ray]
Yo, I had to separate the tre-eight from the TEC
MAC from the gauge, swords and switchblades
Now I'm legit (Why?), 'cause thoughts is not split
Just had to insert the hollow tip in the clip
Now the bustin' of the gat and Glock shall not stop
On my block, it's all about schemes and stacks of cream
What's your game, white bricks or 'caine?
Or back scag, puttin' motherfuckers in body bags

[Chorus: Double XX Posse]
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

[Verse 4: MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse]
(Bam) I'm flowin' like the Nile, runnin' wild with my style
When niggas fake a move, I buck 'em down. buck 'em down
I doubt if you could fuck with me, sneak off
I'm that raunchy ass nigga goin' out with no remorse
The Strong People's Coalition, yo, we're guaranteed to shut 'em down
When niggas try to come for the crown
They can't get that, I'm good with mines, knuckles or TEC-9s
Whatever's clever, nigga, Sugar Ray's gon' shine

[Verse 5: Trife & Tone The Butcher]
It's the mad black child, time to funky get for a while
Step up, chump, you get bumped 'cause you know my style
Strictly on the hardcore tip with the smelly shit
It's another hit, gimme me room while I flip
Flip like acrobatics, stomps off the baddest
Baddest, I'm the baddest, niggas you know my status
Peace to Albee-Al, rocks no one tougher
Rougher, I got the shit that niggas never get enough of (Follow mi now)

[Verse 6: Tone The Butcher]
Tek mi run like di Godfather (Follow mi)
My Coalition control di area (Sing)
A ma-ma-man fi dead, mi get ready fa
Gi mi four, five bark out mi German Luger
Mi bawl, wa mek di Uzi run from di Magnum (Aye)
Still di boy test him ah go answer fi mi gun (Sing)
Crisp and clean and good condition
Cau' wi ah gun specialist, ah specialize inna di gun

[Verse 7: Money]
I'm comin' through flexin', takin' your last breath to a minimum
Runnin' through your pockets, death is what I'm bringin' ya
Bankruptin' motherfuckers, that's my motto
Runnin' down on ya heart, bringin' mad sorrow
It's the Money Man, I'm givin' muscle spasms when I'm flexin' with Double That's why they be wreckin' me, and now you need police protection
For organization, never is, yeah
And yo, yuh, I got eyes everywhere, yeah

[Verse 8: Keek]
Yo, I be bustin', my style, bone crushin', yo, listen
My Coalition, yeah, they representin', they niggas to break
And I'm the last to hit this plate
The Double X's showstopper, pickin' me up, yo, I feel sways
From the flocka, uh, when a relief is key now
Which one of you got this locked down? You open your eyes, it's time now
Watch the Keek until it's locked down, Buddha, I want that
The bigger, the better, I'm back puttin' Jersey on the map

[Chorus: Double XX Posse]
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

[Outro: MC Sugar Ray]
Yeah, nigga, what?
Strong People's in the house (What?), representin' for Killtown
The Coalition runnin' A-L-L things in our sector (Ah)
Yeah, peace to my nigga Peter Barnes, Chuck X
Lord Son Albee-Al, rock on
We outta here, run[Intro: Lo Cash]
Yo, listen here
This is a street alert, you understand what I'm sayin'?
We got eight bars of terror
Comin' from the Strong People's Coalition, you understand what I'm sayin'?
And we comin' at ya, and y'all better get ready
I'm tellin' you just like I told betty
You better strap up and get your naked ass ready
'Cause we comin' with full force and we ain't playin'
Yo, Strong People, kick it

[Chorus: Double XX Posse]
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

[Verse 1: Warm Prince Shabazz & Double XX Posse]
The world's ready to put the camoflage on and start huntin' down suckers
(Hit 'em up) And put the .223 scope for motherfuckers
Now bring the rubber, now who's the toughest?
My style's the roughest, it's way too hard for the Mobb Deep lover
The WW's ready to smother you
Plus my styles extra butter, so you could slip and try to test a brother
And get snorted when your people taunt you
Or prepared for the new order because time's gettin' shorted

[Verse 2: BK The Original Bootsmoker]
Ayo, I'm burnin' motherfuckers like gonorrhea (Ah)
And yo, I pop more shit than a fat nigga with diarrhea
Yo, when it comes to mad skills, kid, I run it
Got more jams than store boogies 1200s
Me losin' to an MC?
Yo, that's how most, peep be want the shit, money, I just can't see
Yo, takin' Ls, that's the wrong route
So for now, I'm just gon' chill with my nuts in your mouth

[Verse 3: Sha Born & MC Sugar Ray]
Yo, I had to separate the tre-eight from the TEC
MAC from the gauge, swords and switchblades
Now I'm legit (Why?), 'cause thoughts is not split
Just had to insert the hollow tip in the clip
Now the bustin' of the gat and Glock shall not stop
On my block, it's all about schemes and stacks of cream
What's your game, white bricks or 'caine?
Or back scag, puttin' motherfuckers in body bags

[Chorus: Double XX Posse]
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

[Verse 4: MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse]
(Bam) I'm flowin' like the Nile, runnin' wild with my style
When niggas fake a move, I buck 'em down. buck 'em down
I doubt if you could fuck with me, sneak off
I'm that raunchy ass nigga goin' out with no remorse
The Strong People's Coalition, yo, we're guaranteed to shut 'em down
When niggas try to come for the crown
They can't get that, I'm good with mines, knuckles or TEC-9s
Whatever's clever, nigga, Sugar Ray's gon' shine

[Verse 5: Trife]
It's the mad black child, time to funky get for a while
Step up, chump, you get bumped 'cause you know my style
Strictly on the hardcore tip with the smelly shit
It's another hit, gimme me room while I flip
Flip like acrobatics, stomps off the baddest
Baddest, I'm the baddest, niggas you know my status
Peace to Albee-Al, rocks no one tougher
Rougher, I got the shit that niggas never get enough of

[Verse 6: Tone The Butcher]
(Follow mi now!)
Tek mi run like di Godfather (Follow mi)
My coalition control di area (Sing!)
A ma-ma-man fi dead, mi get ready fa
Gi mi four, five bark outta mi luger
Mi bawl, wa mek di uzi run from di magnum (Aye)
Still di boy test him ah go answer fi mi gun (Sing!)
Crisp and clean and good condition
Cau’ wi ah gun specialist, ah specialize inna di gun

[Verse 7: Money]
I'm comin' through flexin', takin' your last breath to a minimum
Runnin' through your pockets, death is what I'm bringin' ya
Bankruptin' motherfuckers, that's my motto
Runnin' down on ya heart, bringin' mad sorrow
It's the Money Man, I'm givin' muscle spasms when I'm flexin' with Double That's why they be wreckin' me, and now you need police protection
For organization, never is, yeah
And yo, yuh, I got eyes everywhere, yeah

[Verse 8: Keek]
Yo, I be bustin', my style, bone crushin', yo, listen
My Coalition, yeah, they representin', they niggas to break
And I'm the last to hit this plate
The Double X's showstopper, pickin' me up, yo, I feel sways
From the flocka, uh, when a relief is key now
Which one of you got this locked down? You open your eyes, it's time now
Watch the Keek until it's locked down, Buddha, I want that
The bigger, the better, I'm back puttin' Jersey on the map

[Chorus: Double XX Posse]
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all (What?)
Strong People (What?), comin' at y'all

[Outro: MC Sugar Ray]
Yeah, nigga, what?
Strong People's in the house (What?), representin' for Killtown
The Coalition runnin' A-L-L things in our sector (Ah)
Yeah, peace to my nigga Peter Barnes, Chuck X
Lord Son Albee-Al, rock on
We outta here, run