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Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Terror Squad, First
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them 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, it's locked on the
I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap then
Then what's to stop my .40 glock from your calm streets?

I'm troubled when I on deep, loco 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 return of the worst shit ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed with raw
Blastin' off ya doors with an passion
Forcin' the walls to in

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

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

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

(Somebody get hurt 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 wanna trap me I families unhappy
I'm tied the same shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'rybody know)
Everybody wanna me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish Joey
So get at me with the ghetto .45, semi-automatic
I with intentions to rip

Put-put out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at faces
Push his hat back seven paces, him standin' still
Cobra ass nigga you beg me to
(Huh, yeah)
I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill
(Chill)
(Y'all Bill?)
Y'all remember the motherfuckin'
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this nigga?

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)
Open up his

Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all seen nothin' yet
Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee,
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of wine
Wish a motherfucker look and he shall find
Ten million to die!
I'm the thickest of the
Ain't too niggaz 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
Hottest thang they got in the
(Petey Pablo)
If ya don't know now ya
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 them clubs, got no for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

Yeah, huh, yeah,
Family, Terror Squad