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Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Terror Squad, First
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them diamonds glisterin' off that quarterla
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, 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 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 bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya
It's the return of the worst shit that ever
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed raw plastic
off ya doors with an awful passion
Forcin' the walls to in

You see them kids, I'll 'em all bastards
Joey Crack it gully, known to clap keep a fully
mack whodie on my lap doin' thirty
Drivin' through the tryin' a find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast them pearlies
We the niggaz 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 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)
me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his

Yo who husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb
Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' Mighty Joe Young
(Face down)
Know we real, got this
and buzzin' with my Latin cousin Joey Grills
(We international)
151
cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For pretty boy talkin' '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 homeboy 'fore ya get whacked in
down, Get back!
(Calm down)

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

pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at faces
Push his hat back seven paces, him standin' still
Cobra ass you beg me to kill
(Huh, yeah)
When I cock 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 clubs, got no love 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)
me where 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 right
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee,
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie
Wish a motherfucker would look and he find
Ten ways to die!
I'm the thickest of the
Ain't too many niggaz round with the
With the in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

Bitch I break 'em down 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 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