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

I'm troubled I on deep, loco enough for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car seat and roll over ya
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 worst shit that happened
like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic
Blastin' off ya doors with an awful
Forcin' the to crash in

You see kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, known to clap keep a
Automatic whodie on my lap doin' thirty
Drivin' through the Heights a find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta until them pearlies
We the realest ever touch 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 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 with the flow so dumb
Comin' up Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe Young
(Face down)
Know we real, got this
Crackin' and buzzin' with my cousin Joey Grills
(We international)
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cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass pretty boy 'bout drama
With that nasty ass Coogi suit, lookin' pyjamas

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

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

pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at faces
Push his hat back 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 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 uh uh, y'all ain't seen nothin' yet
Got a call the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was right there
Duck tape, ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie
Wish a motherfucker look and he shall find
Ten million to die!
I'm the thickest of the
Ain't too many niggaz round the rumble
the rawest in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

Bitch I break 'em down with Squad now
(Down)
Ya pretty bad, mouth, sit down, get up, get out
Hottest thang 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 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 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