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Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Squad, First Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them diamonds glisterin' off that quarterla
them there polyester
(Uh, nigga)
Ya me?
(What the fuck, the fuck, huh?)
(Terror Squad, Family)
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Yeah, uh
Yo it's that Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' crib
stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the
Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the
I'm Stone Cold, I I slap then stomp
Then what's to stop my .40 from rumblin' your calm streets?

I'm when I on deep, loco enough for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car seat and over ya Rover
Fuck this role model shit, I'm finna out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em at ya crib
It's the return of the shit that ever happened
like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic
Blastin' off ya doors with an passion
Forcin' the walls to in

You see kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, to clap keep a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap doin'
through the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast them pearlies
We the realest ever touch the mic
(Blah)
And we to fight
(Blah)
You heard my niggaz give up the knife!
(Ante up)

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

Yo who that husky-ass with the flow so dumb
Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe
(Face down)
Know we real, got motherfucker
Crackin' and buzzin' with my Latin Joey Grills
(We international)
151
Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a
For cotton-ass pretty boy 'bout drama
With that nasty ass Coogi suit, like pyjamas

(Somebody gon' get today)
So be it
We the fam, you see it
(First family)
Put some in ya voice homeboy 'fore ya get whacked in
down, Get back!
(Calm down)

For you niggaz that trap me I make families unhappy
I'm tied the same shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'rybody know)
wanna clap me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie
So get at me the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I spit intentions to rip

Put-put pieces out yo' bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz
Push his hat seven paces, leave him standin' still
ass nigga you beg me to kill
(Huh, yeah)
When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to
(Chill)
(Y'all Bill?)
Y'all the motherfuckin' deal
You get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all ain't seen yet
Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was right
Duck tape, ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of wine
a motherfucker would look and he shall find
Ten million to die!
I'm the thickest of the
Ain't too many round with the rumble
With the in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

Bitch I break 'em down with Squad now
(Down)
Ya bad, clumsy mouth, sit down, get up, get out
thang they got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya know now ya know
at 'em Joe!

Fight club! club!
club! Fight club!
Fight club! club!
at 'em Joe!

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

Yeah, huh, yeah,
First Family, Terror