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Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Squad, First Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see diamonds glisterin' off that three quarterla
That them 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 that motherfuckin' Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's
Ship stacked shit, gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked the contract
Yo' shot at they concert, locked on the concrete
I'm Stone Cold, I mean I then stomp
Then what's to stop my .40 glock from your calm streets?

I'm troubled I on deep, loco enough for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car and roll over ya Rover
this role model shit, I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch! bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the of the worst shit that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed raw plastic
Blastin' off ya doors with an awful
the walls to crash in

You see kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, to clap keep a fully
mack whodie on my lap doin' thirty
Drivin' through the Heights tryin' a find these cats did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast them pearlies
We the realest niggaz touch the mic
(Blah)
And we love to
(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)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
up his back

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

Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so
Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe
(Face down)
Know we real, got motherfucker
Crackin' and buzzin' my Latin cousin 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 get hurt today)
So be it
We the fam, you see it
(First family)
Put some trouble in ya voice 'fore ya get whacked in
down, Get back!
(Calm down)

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

Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage
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 will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel

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

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 nothin' yet
Got a call the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was right there
Duck tape, ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
a motherfucker would look and he shall find
Ten ways 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 with Terror Squad now
(Down)
Ya bad, clumsy mouth, sit down, get up, get out
thang they got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya don't now ya know
at 'em Joe!

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

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

We

(Break)

(Mash)

(Brawl)

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

Yeah, huh, yeah,
First Family, Squad