My Right Hand Lyrics

[sample]
Hey Leroy (what?) Your mama, is callin' you man

[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]
You better find out what the f*ck she wants, son
Terrorist is in town, you know how we get down, son
Ya'll niggaz play too many games with me... yeah

[P.R. Terrorist]
Melodic tunes, bangin' off walls and mic rooms
Excite goons, with my mental excite, provide the boom
Write all night in my cacoon, til I hatch
An awful moon, well awaited by my fans, the album is coming soon
Abnormal birth, never spent no time in the womb
Trees and liquor confumed, til my names in the tomb
Autograph signed, with the imprint, I'm hard to find
Wouldn't even fake my death, I got way too much shit on my mind
Last night's crime, how it went down, no one around
Had the silencer to muffle the sound, a culture pound
Shit was ugly, my brand new Jordan's was lookin' muddy
That's what happens to fake niggaz, posin' like they my buddies
What a snitch, I put the cat on to gettin' rich
His whole dress code, slang that he use, to bag a bitch
Was fathered by me, gave him knowledge to know, and I succede
Shit for what it is, but trick knowledge was used against me
Now he's left in the cold, like arms lookin' for sleeves
On the witness stand, singin' 'nigga please'
You was my nigga, now my sweaty finger on the trigger
I remember, all the shit, we've been through together
Now it's over, too bad you signing off soldier, I'm out
Ya'll niggaz is snakes just like a cobra

[Chorus x3: P.R. Terrorist]
You my right hand, my nigga who fights back to back
When the shit's on, make it out safe, split all the stacks

[P.R. Terrorist] (Black Fire)
When you bustin' shots out the window, who drove the Ac'? (When you was pattin' niggaz down with the mac, who watched your back?)
When I was on the block countin' the stack, who cooked the crack?
My right hand, my right hand, my right hand, my right hand

[Chorus x3]

[Black Fire]
I spend nights, rest in Al Pacino's crib
Layin' on the living room floor, hurtin' up ribs
Tossin' and turnin', thinkin' of this bitch I was burnin'
She wasn't learnin', not enough money I'm earnin'

[P.R. Terrorist]
Yo, get off the floor, if you wanna earn somethin'
Stop frontin', nigga, money don't grow on trees
That's why I keep my nine millennium, hooked under my sleeve
Plus momma always said, the'll be days like these
That's why, we robbin' still, stickin' up kids for they cheese

[Black Fire]
Love burglars, crooks tooks it in the N.Y.C
Two the hardway, just about the sickest M.C.'s

[P.R. Terrorist]
In your continent, in your state, in your city
International, nationwide publicity
Me and my right hand, millionaire simplicity

[Chorus x3]

[P.R. Terrorist]
You was my right hand, til you broke the code of silence
Now I'm left with no choice, gotta resort to violence
Heat out, mud of my feet, I heard the sirens
Jetted off, ran out of breath, drunk from a hydrant
Poison blew, I got guns too, let's start the firing
So I can really see, where's your heart
Get blows, story told, watch me rip 'em apart
You ain't that smart, act like you mastered the art
Of Tera Iz Him, but yet, there's one lesson to learn
If you go against the God, and Black Fire, you burn

[Outro: Black Fire]
PaChino, thou shall never betray
I'll shall slay, any enemy that's headed your way
Word..

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