Tierra Santa

Tierra Santa - La Armada Invencible



Oh no not them hittin’ chrome!

[fredro starr]

Balheadz and gunz bloaw!

Do you wanna run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)

Wich way did he go? you don’t know

You move too slowboy you blow

My style flows on you right here

Where my queens niggaz? (right here!)

Is you out there? (yeah!...yeah!)


Just watch us walk this hitand get ill

We won’t galltil we hear fifty bill

So grab a hoeget a gribit’s time to shake it up

Rappers and routinesthat make bricks

[sticky fingaz]

And you couldn’t make me forget aboutwhere I came frome

And even if I left...snowI still be a hoodlum

Cuz good dayz come to those who take ’em

And I’m fed upif there was so much things outta ya

I gotta screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all

It’s frustration and it’s filled up inside a me!


Come on and scream (aah!)

And shout (ooh!)just let it all out (yeah!)



These m.c.’s shoulda rehearse

They keep comin’ around like auto-reverse

But then I shift the worst!

We the worstand then they heard

But first da cut-- then I bust they verse to quince(? ) my fears

[sticky fingaz]

I’ve had mad moneybut I spend itnow I’m broke

So I’m searching for somebody to put in a choke hold

And I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neck

And squeeze until I fuckin’ strangle ’em to death


Yoyou smell that?

[fredro starr]

Yeahthat’s meI’m the shit

I’m in affect like woodtex

A newer tec from out da click

Because my rhyme againpass me my heineken

Where’s the weed I need? it is my vitaminso light it lincoln (hah!)

Reach for the skyyou move too faryou won’t get byyou gotta jar

This style is a gimmick and you know that you can’t bewhat we be

We afficial nast!


[fredro starr]

When I was bornI never thought that I could be like that

? up on their backblock’s sellin’ crack

Watch the black copsI pack cock clocks and glock phat knots

Nigga in dawn paddy crimeslike I play nines

And odds to stay alivesurvive and they gettin’ mine

Faultless for ghetto mindsand fuck da ? ? ?

See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooks

They got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better

This my better bottom of brotherword to mother!


Mo’ niggaz grab the micstalkin’ ’bout they gonna set it

When all the rounds you’ll make is fake and synthesis

We just get itwish your style is old and ?

So burn up mo’ moneycuz you gets no credit

You want it? here go

Nigga know that you own meor me gon’ be on da street dealo

Bangin’ m.c.’sso keep it live! up in here

I swear nothing leftwe pose deadyour best record by--most defmost def

[sticky fingaz]

Sticky fingazI earn money for walkin’ in chains

Where I grew upin brooklyn new yorkmoved to queensand my teams

My pants is bustin’ out the sceneis what this gun in my teens

Without it I wouldn’t’ve lived this long

In my wildest dreamsthat I’m a star!

All spotlightspolice have me!



Afficial nast keep it onkeep keep it onand ya don’t stop

All city keep it onkeep keep it onand ya don’t stop

Armee keep it onkeep keep it onand ya don’t stop

Onyx keep it onkeep keep it onand ya don’t stop

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