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Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Terror Squad, First
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 Don shit
Run up in yo' crib
Ship 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 glock from rumblin' your streets?

I'm troubled when I on deep, enough for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car seat and over ya Rover
Fuck this 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 that happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed with raw
Blastin' off ya doors with an passion
the walls 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' the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast until pearlies
We the niggaz ever 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)
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

Yo who that nigga with 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
cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin' 'bout
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 trouble in ya voice homeboy ya get whacked in
down, Get back!
(Calm down)

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

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

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

Oh uh uh, y'all ain't seen nothin' yet
Got a call from the Best, bitch, and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee,
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of wine
Wish a would look and he shall find
Ten ways to die!
I'm the of the fire
Ain't too niggaz round with the rumble
the rawest 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 got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya know now ya know
at 'em Joe!

Fight club! club!
Fight club! 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 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, Terror