[Fat Joe]
  Yea, 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)
  
  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 a 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
  
  [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 wit 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
  
  [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 Riker's not knowin my existance was priceless
  IT'S LIKE THIS, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
  fightin the nicest in the crisis I slice em in half and make em dash
  like hyphens, invitin any rapper to Clash With the Titan
  The writing's like fighting cause rappers be biting like Tyson
  I'm hypein the crowd, keepin em Loud like my label
  I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
  I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family
  No more wars and renderin tears to 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
  
  [Triple Seis]
  I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan
  Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again
  But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin for guns
  Turnin they 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
  
  [Armaggedon]
  This dude, he had the darkest pads
  Who dressed up in the heart of brash
  Forever talkin trash
  How he stacked niggaz to almanac
  Gunshots to corner four police informants
  Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance
  He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his face
  Force calm the ?sere? plus a pack of the ?dunga dun? 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 Akmed
  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 ?bagualitos?
  But hey little kids, don't follow these dopes
  
  [Prospect]
  What? Uh-huh, yea I can dig that
  They call me Prospect, I just came back from ?
  Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course
  It's lost on the Ave, tryin to take my life from the past
  Get this legal cash, ? 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, get what it takes
  in a race to racism replace the snake in em
  Bad ones, want to spend lives and discriminate
  I'm tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from that
  I generate to the top, like Puffy won't stop
  I'm mature now, with one knot, from tryin to get locked
  And to the shorties on the block, tryin to twist 40 tops
  Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n Decker
  And stop speedin like a Kawasaki
  From my life, to your life, I'm touchin everybody Twinz watch me
  
  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