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2pac - terror on the tables (1988 acapella) lyrics

[verse 1]
play terror’s on the cut, listen up can’t you hear him?
don’t sit there looking stupid, come on, help me cheer him
he might look like he’s innocent, but don’t get fooled
soon as he touches turntables, he gets cold then cruel
terror’s tearing it up, i don’t know how he does it
every record that we give him, he plays it and he cut it
there’s holes in all his clothes, that boy is a mess
he won’t get up the turntables, ’til he show his best
so would you give us applause, clap your hands in his stance
and maybe then me and my crew we give some help for this man

[chorus]
uh+oh
terror’s on the tables
uh+oh
terror’s on the tables

[verse 2]
he’s a cuttin’ maniac, the boy won’t stop
come on terror take a break, or maybe them he can wild
last time we let him cut, he cut for three days straight
and at the rate he’s goin’ at, [?] how long he’ll take
even when we eatin’ dinner, he cuts with his plate
he brought his table and his records to his first date
i think the boy’s insane, ’cause something has to be wrong
’cause you can’t get up on the tables and cut that long
he doesn’t, he just stopped to eat, intravenously fed
good to see he take his turntables and his records to bed
oh, i don’t know what to do, talking ’bout crew—
[chorus]
uh+oh
terror’s on the tables

- 2pac lyrics

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