BIG PUNISHER, CUBAN LINK, FAT JOE

BIG PUNISHER, CUBAN LINK, FAT JOE - Quiet On Tha Set lyrics

rate me

This is goin' out to the mothafuckin' punks and broke ass tricks

Don't Tryin' to come up in here

Up in here pumpin' that shit, I will straight blast you

You better break yourself mothafucker

Shit! punk ass tricks, bitch

Ruthless, plenty of that and much more

So at the party, Terror is controllin' the floor

That you step up and do your dance routine

It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangster scene

With a villain, doin' damage on a 24 track

With confusion to finish my conclusion

Arhytomatic rhymes from a Radio cat

You can't take what I got

Cause I'll be takin' it right back

Cold killin, you wanna know what it means?

With the stupid dope rhymes

And once you hear one line, you can tell it's mine

With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin'

And a look that keeps you all starin'

And wonderin, why I'm invincible

But when you hear my rhyme, it's convincible

I don't take no shorts, while I'm constructin' the ground

That makes you movin' around, from the hell of the sound

Girls drool on me like a dyin'

Pun, tell them what you do when your ass start rhymin'

I go to the party, I hip and hop the spot

I don't know what it is, but the girls kept knock the aspirin'

Like they're on fire and

Their so-called boy friends with them are retirin'

And for this reason I'm a walkin' threat

So when I step on the stage, I want quiet on the set

Now to get started with my musical profession

A gangster feelin' in mind is in session

The way that I'm referrin to this, makes you move your butt

But don't stand in a daze, you should know what's up

Anyway, I keep the clappin' along

Cause nothin' bad could go wrong because this track is so strong

I'm like throw you the... you can ask for anythin' more

When the Terror Squad is cold rockin' the floor

Like stupid, actin' like a retard

Waitin' for a bumrush, gettin' to the good part

It tips me so with temptation

Writin' my lyrics with hyped information

This is just a section of my creation

So don't say shit with finesse fination

Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines

It's mine, unpredictable, keepin' you extremely enjoyed

It's irresistable, meanin' that you can't avoid

And while I'm on stage, feel forward to sweat

Whenever I rip it up, I want quiet on the set

Yeah, what?, what?

Terror Squad, Terror Squad

Yeah

Now I can be loud as hell, you think I will? Never

That's what I can do, I think I earned respect

And if I didn't from you, that's what I expect

So who really cares how you want me to be?

See, I'm just me, standin' at the top of the pile

And doin' soft known tunes, just ain't my style

And this concludes our program

Of how The Terror Squad makes the Ruthless Jam

Now first, we take an average Gun

Give it to Pun, and the boy gets dumb

It's no secret, that I sit alone at night

Pick up the pad and the pen and begin to write

And lay down the lyrics that's promised to play

Hear everybody says:

Check it in, check it out

Put it in, take it out

Make it out, yeah, Terror Squad baby

What?, what?, what?

Yeah, now Cuban Link is here workin' like super glue

No matter what I do, I'm always thinkin' of you

Cause I'm the pusher, supplyin' the fix

And this jam's so dope, it don't need a remix

But I'm makin' obstacles, an enemy traps

To catch any Emcee, with the weak-ass raps

Crucifyin' their data, cause you're usin' my name

The definition is pain, but that's the thing of the game

If they tried to retreat, I catch them one at a time

Cause they're comittin a crime, but still promotin' a rhymes

So, you're in the back of me, just listen and learn

Because you'll all get a chance, or maybe a turn

My sideman wants to give a preview

So at my next concert, I wanna see you there

Not sittin' in a chair, standin' on both feet with your hands in the air

Now I'm about to get out, but I'll be back

But next time expect the more funkier track

Deep down for your enjoyment, to hear more percussion

With lyrics that's smooth, to start some discussion

To prove that I'm hype, now, you know that's a bet

So continue to dance, Cuban blew up the set

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