Dom Pachino Crime Stock Lyrics
            [Intro: Dom PaChino]
            Yeah, let's get gangsta
            Tera Iz Him, all y'all fake m____fuckas
            Stop frontin', yeah
            Killarm', yeah
            Where my n____z at?
            Puerto Rico
        
            [Dom PaChino]
            Check the hot shot, aimin' for the number one hot spot
            It's Crime Stock when ya beat drop, and Terrorist rock
            Hip hop, this real steel, straight from Brazil
            The solo deal caught a mill, rock a Navy Blue Shield
            Master build, ready to kill, but I keep it concealed
            Y'all n____z play the outfield, them other bat wit a drill
            Seen success through the rap almanac, ya blood spill
            When I pack cats, overreact, they need to chill
            Wait ya turn, you get ya perm, what's to say what I earn?
            You wanna act more concerned, like ya eager to learn
            Explicit like Howard Stern, have you callin' the firm
            But they ain't no satisfaction in affirmative action
            When P.R. come attackin' wit the points that you're lackin'
            No time for mackin', when the God be blackin' the f___ out
            Sniff before had wit my record logo, livin' no doubt
            To the madness, what this Terrorist s___, is all about
            Hear me clear, through ya ear, broadcast it over the air
            Words ain't nothin' to fear, thoughts sharp like a spear
            Rockin' camo' for the '99 year, no interfere
            Y'all n____z waited all year, but the album is here
            In stores everywhere, Terrorist warfare, beware
            Have you leakin' like a drop of tear, and disappear
            Into thin air, slappin' this track just like a bear
            You know the snare, from the killas eyes, always sincere
            Pour my beer for those who ain't here, rest in peace
            Terrorist is the hottest M.C. on the streets
            Won't leave the studio session til the song is complete
            We roll deep, stompin' n____z out on the concrete
            Talk is cheap kid, go against me and meet defeat
        
            [Chorus 4X: Dom PaChino]
            Killarm', we in the place
            When you in thug, put on ya War Face
            We don't care, if you stare
            When we bust our gun, y'all n____z disappear
        
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