Bring 'Em Back

Terror Squad

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    Yeah
    This is clasic shit right here, vintage shit
    Go get ya tape decks ready uh
    You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha
    Terror era's the squad man
    Yeah uh yo uh yo

    [Verse 1: Fat Joe]
    Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big buddah
    Lift dudes wit the six shooter Luger (Ooh Yeeah)
    That means bring it back NY king of that
    The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that
    The 4th comin don't look now theres more comin
    And we all stunnaz wit lil money but still hungry
    True story once threw a nigga from a two story
    asked for my paper said theres nothin he can do for me
    Thats like takin a steak out of a lions mouth
    Betta yet that like takin a plate outta Ryans mouth
    Thatll neva happen ova my dead body
    Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti
    I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
    A nigga try front on his body he gettin sent back
    Dont resent Crack I'm just what you wanna be
    Young rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me
    And they runnin up on me usually in groups of them
    But not just everyday but you could neva be too use to them
    I be abusin them squeezin fresh oranges
    Breakfast in the mornin get some strength and then it's on again

    [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Big L) {Big Pun}]
    I just had to bring 'em back
    (Word you definitly know what I'm about)
    You know I had to bring 'em back yo
    {All my friends call me stout}
    I just had to bring 'em back
    (Flamboyant baby)
    You know I had to bring 'em back yo

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    [Verse 2: Big L]
    When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
    I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about 5-0
    A hard core life I toast to ex flaw
    therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law
    My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
    get swellin hops from sellin tops to da drugs spot
    G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks
    and cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glock
    Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
    Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
    Cause we put the guns down and go one round
    wit the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown
    I can inverse my style, cause I'm versitile
    Quick to burst a child I'm livin worse than foul
    I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
    I wet up the set in a second yell whos next
    To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft
    Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
    You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly jack
    I attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat

    [Chorus]
    I just had to bring 'em back
    {All my friends call me stout}
    You know I had to bring 'em back yo
    (Flamboyant baby)
    I just had to bring 'em back
    {Terror Squad cause we stunt}
    You know I had to bring 'em back yo

    [Verse 3: Big Pun]
    No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all
    Shorties wit dreams of playin ball for Seaton Hall turnin fiends a full
    From Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song
    is bein sung, its like gimmie a gun and I'm back on
    Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
    Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin to imitate us
    Yall could neva see us, be us, TS, kill da bs
    Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas
    Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll
    Blast the 4 crash ya door smash ya hoe
    Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem poles
    Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan road
    Blow fa blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
    bring the ruckas to the roughest muthafucka its nothin but luckstress
    My crews are cussin to bustin ass crushin glass
    in niggaz faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
    I want the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
    at any piddunk tryin to laugh at the Briddonx
    You ain't no kiddon for the Terror Squadron
    You feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya Pierre Cardan
    I peirce ya noggin if you startin trouble, spark the dot above you
    and watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
    No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle extended rycle
    cycle thatll tear the whole Bible out
    I'm sweatin no idols a title's all I request
    Best rappers know that Pun and Y the chaperones of death..

    [Chorus]
    I just had to bring 'em back
    (Word you definitly know what I'm about)
    You know I had to bring 'em back yo
    {All my friends call me stout}
    I just had to bring 'em back
    (Flamboyant baby)
    You know I had to bring 'em back yo

    Información de la canción

    Composición: C. James, L. Bell, L. Coleman, J. Cartagena, C. Rios, D. McKenzie y R. Hall

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