The popular rap song “Terminator” is produced by Chuck D & Hank Shocklee. The song is sung by The lox and released on August 11, 2022, on all streaming platforms. This song is on the top 100 list in august month all over the world, You can read and download Terminator lyrics.

“Terminator”

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

Dunny

I stay with a big Glock, I put em in ziplock

You put em on Tiktok, what happened to hip-hop?

The dope ass emcee, the DJ, big crates

I first heard double dutch bust on them little eights

Mr. Magic playing turn it down, it’s too late

Chuck D and Cool J, the era was so great

Feeling the flashback of this dope ass rap

Right now my foot is on these little niggas backs

Click clack the iron, whoever outdid dying?

Spin back, shoot whoever else did crying

Forgive me Lord, the drug dealers ain’t teach me none

I had to learn, I seen niggas get killed for fronting

Now I’m outside your Air BNB

From thе era where thеy was scared to rhyme at DND

Y’all niggas better stop, y’all know about D Block

Funny ass dances nigga, all we had was the wop

Maybe running man but I was tired for that

Crack rocks nigga, black tops and ratchet

Oh that’s my little homie’s sister? She can catch it

Headcrack, what’s in your bank? I can match it

Yeah, don’t let these niggas throw you off

Like you supposed to die for them to go up north

When a nigga that you following is extra soft

Take his gun and smack him if he fucking cough

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

I stay with the f’ing, I’ll teach you a lesson

It’s not my fault I’m greater than you last in

Too much hate is why you’re missing your blessings

Like my chances with any contestant

Lower your tone now ’cause we all grown now

That bid you did don’t mean nothing, you home now

That just mean you can catch two in your dome now

Really I be going home, party alone now

You ain’t make it, you got no talent

So use your rights and just remain silent

Save the tough talk ’cause you ain’t violent

You just on drugs, you ain’t wildin’

When they knock your teeth out, you ain’t smiling

I pay taxes and you ain’t filing

I’m still hungry, my stomach is growling

And the fangs is out, that mean my niggas is howling

Hate’s expected, we already seen love

You mad we really getting the money you dreamed of

Thirty three and a third, everything between us

You seen loyalty every time you seen us

Boy’s a genius, get off my penis

Before you force me to send the cleaners

What I am is my brother’s keeper

And what do kill you will make you weaker

Fuck boy

[Verse 3: Styles P]

What up boy? G lines

Imma hit him twice, he think I’m throwing the peace sign

Double tap, it’s a bubble wrap

If they cooking up then it’s coming back

Hit him with an axe like a lumberjack

Timber

Lance with the thirty eights in em for niggas that think they ninjas

Boy like Zeke in the finals, when I’m injured

Gangsta, hate it when Sam fell for Ginger

Dope boy, imma be gone til November

Come back in a new drop

Boiling to shoot like the NBA two spot

What you really tryna do, huh?

I’m the top boy, what you need a little food akh?

You should know I’m the gold standard

Fuck with the horn boys, the black Ghostlander

Niggas better than Ghost? Nah that’s so random

Niggas hard and they GOATS not, but no Cannon

I ain’t make the ball bounce but I made the bars bounce

Started on the corner with a hard ounce

I ain’t tryna play the yard for the yard count

Rather be on the island whipping the car around

Niggas is mad, block in the tar now

But cut your bullet hole off, scar now

Ghost

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