[Intro: Prospect]

Don't be scared of this

(Terror Squad)

Don't be scared of this

(That's right, that's right)

Prospecto

Follow me here now

Ayo

[Chorus]

Throw your hands up

My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up

If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)

Like you don't give a fuck

Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck

Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)

Throw your hands up

My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up

If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)

Like you don't give a fuck

Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck

Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)

[Verse 1: Prospect]

Yo, it's the P-R-O-S-P-E-C-T

I'm a thug, you can't PhD me

Catch me in the back of the club switching it up

Type of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cup

Listen up to what it is, know a lot of mamis lovin' the triz

And son, they tryna pull it off right in front of the kids

Before I think about coming to cribs, I be lugging my glitz

So big on the waist, it be rubbing my ribs

It's very dangerous, fuckin' with this, I been doublin' chips

Holdin my own with the Chrome double-grips

Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics

When I used to fight, but I ain't been scufflin' since

This is tough as it gets, never leave nothin' with prints

When you get blasted, and chopped up and stuffed in the fridge

They not playin' me, I perfected this game from A to Z

The ones I don't know will need ropes to hands and knees

[Chorus]

Throw your hands up

My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up

If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)

Like you don't give a fuck

Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck

Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)

Throw your hands up

My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up

If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)

Like you don't give a fuck

Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck

Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)

[Verse 2: Prospect]

This shit'll never stop, as long as I live, I'ma forever rock

And stop niggas right where they standin' when the beretta pop

My moms said I better not, but knew I had to

I said, "I'm bustin' mines, and ain't nobody movin at you"

She laughed too, like I was jokin', when I'm chrome-totin'

I have a nigga in his home hopin' I don't blow his dome open

I stay stoned, smokin' while I'm on the lone copin'

A cool guy, but at times you catch me Tone-Locin'

Been through a lot of shit but never had a bone broken

It's tragic how I rap shit with my own potion

From here to Hoboken I was hoppin' trains with no token

Now I'm on stage, they say I'm showboatin'

My flow potent 'cause it's mixed with raw, spell it backwards it's 'war'

Gat spits, you backflip through the door

I kill 'em all, this Terror Squadian style

I only get down with the crown, only partyin' wild, ya heard?

[Chorus]

Throw your hands up

My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up

If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)

Like you don't give a fuck

Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck

Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)

Throw your hands up

My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up

If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)

Like you don't give a fuck

Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck

Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)

Throw your hands up

My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up

If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)

Like you don't give a fuck

Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck

Get a buck (Yeah, we hit em up)

Throw your hands up

My live niggas in the cut, put your triggers up

If you got love say, "Nigga, nigga, what?" (Nigga, what?)

Like you don't give a fuck

Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck

Get a buck (Yeah, we hit 'em up)

[Bridge: Prospect]

Now everybody from BK, throw 'em up

Now everybody from New Jers', throw 'em up

Now everybody from QB, throw 'em up

Now everybody from the BX, throw 'em up

Now everybody from Staten Island, throw 'em up

To all my partners from West Side, throw 'em up

Now everybody from the East Coast, throw 'em up

If you Dirty like the South, throw 'em up

You better throw 'em up

[Outro: Prospect]

My man Big Pun, hit 'em up

My man Joey Crack, hit 'em up

The whole Terror Squad hit 'em up

The Thoroughbreds, we hit 'em up

Prospect, '99, It's almost over, baby (Right)