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

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

You see them kids, make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, known to keep a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap thirty
Drivin' through the Heights a find these cats that did me dirty
me on the Ave, now I gotta blast until them pearlies
We the realest niggaz ever the mic
(Blah)
And we to fight
(Blah)
You heard my niggaz up the fuckin' 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)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

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

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

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

Put-put pieces out yo' bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz
Push his hat back seven paces, leave him standin'
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 clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all ain't seen 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
Wish a motherfucker would look and he shall
Ten million to die!
I'm the of the fire
Ain't too many niggaz with the rumble
the rawest in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

Bitch I 'em down with Terror Squad now
(Down)
Ya pretty bad, mouth, sit down, get up, get out
Hottest 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 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 clubs, got no love 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, Squad