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Ch, ch, ch, ch,
Terror Squad, Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them diamonds glisterin' off that quarterla
them 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 Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' crib
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 then
Then what's to my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets?

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

You see them kids, I'll make 'em all
Joey Crack it gully, known to clap keep a fully
mack whodie on my lap doin' thirty
Drivin' through the Heights tryin' a 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 give up the 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)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
up his back

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

For you niggaz that wanna trap me I make unhappy
I'm tied into the shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'rybody know)
Everybody wanna me
I'm with my Spanish homie Joey
So get at me with the issued .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, leave him still
Cobra ass nigga you beg me to
(Huh, yeah)
When I glocks and pop, you beg me to chill
(Chill)
(Y'all Bill?)
Y'all remember the deal
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 them clubs, got no for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
up his back

Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all seen nothin' yet
Got a call from the Best, bitch, and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee,
Two nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker look and he shall find
Ten million to die!
I'm the of the fire
Ain't too niggaz round with the rumble
With the in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

Bitch I break 'em down Terror Squad now
(Down)
Ya pretty bad, mouth, sit down, get up, get out
Hottest thang got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya don't know now ya
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 them clubs, got no 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, Terror