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

I'm when I on deep, loco enough for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car seat and roll over ya
Fuck this role 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 shit that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we with raw plastic
off ya doors with an awful passion
Forcin' the to crash in

You see kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, to clap keep a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap doin'
Drivin' through the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me
me on the Ave, now I gotta blast until them pearlies
We the niggaz ever touch 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)
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 that husky-ass with the flow so dumb
up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe Young
(Face down)
Know we real, got this
Crackin' and buzzin' with my Latin Joey Grills
(We international)
151
Letcha cold run loose, I 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass boy talkin' 'bout drama
With that nasty ass Coogi suit, like pyjamas

(Somebody get hurt 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)
wanna 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 seven paces, leave him still
ass nigga you beg me to kill
(Huh, yeah)
When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to
(Chill)
(Y'all Bill?)
remember the motherfuckin' deal
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel

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

Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all seen nothin' yet
Got a from the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was right there
tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of wine
Wish a motherfucker look and he shall find
Ten ways to die!
I'm the of the fire
Ain't too many round with the rumble
the rawest 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
thang they got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya don't 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 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

Yeah, huh, yeah,
Family, Terror Squad