Terror Squad - Bring It On (By Fat Joe) Lyrics

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Yeah yeah what Terror Squad

From the streets to the jail cell

I mean my niggaz is facin' death penalties and all that

Charlie Rock el D

Yeah yeah this go out to you my nigga yo yo

Ain't no solution for this

Since day one I been true to this shit

Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss

I been provin' to hit so you know it's really real

I went from chillin' on the hills to signin' deals worth fitty mil

Self made millionaire status

We all gettin' money but it's funny how mine makes niggaz maddest

Come at us if you ready for war

Whoever you are

Leave you dead in your hall leakin' red on the floor

Better than y'all

Niggaz need to face the facts

Since the days of crack I been blazin' gats tryin' to raise my stats

Tracin' back you could find me at a racin' track

Laced in black bettin' on a horse called Amazin' Jack

Joey Crack's the illest fully backed my killaz

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Hoppin' outta 18 wheelas like mad gorillas

Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned

'Cause if you didn't know by now you all gone learn

I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin'

Don't want no people wantin' to play my game

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name

Bring it on come on

I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin'

Don't want no people wantin' to play my game

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name

Bring it on come on

I puts it down with Pun

Now all I do is lounge in the sun

Look what I done from the slums to sportin' 5 thousand and ones

See the ice glitter I only walk with them nice niggaz

Sheist niggaz that quit it for doin' life niggaz

You had a judge we came through in the clutch

Fifty fifth ain't no what to do when I came through wit'cha

The Don Polly you could find me as fresh as Denali

In times probably even marching at a Shaufton rally

I often carry that's the price of fame

Got precise the fame snipe you with the rifle and unlight your brain

It ain't a game it's real niggaz with real guns

That still run caught a box and pump ox by the millions

Before the children that's confusin' life

The voodoo type that'll pull out the Uzi and make you lose your life

The news is tight I got 'em hangin' by the neck

Man you tanglin' with vets when you bangin' with TS

(What what the fuck)

I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin'

Don't want no people wantin' to play my game

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name

Bring it on come on

I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin'

Don't want no people wantin' to play my game

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name

Bring it on come on

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