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Bring It On (feat. Fat Joe)

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Yeah, yeah, what, uh, terror squad, uh, from the streets to the jail cell

I mean my niggas is facing death penalties and all that

Charlie Rock LD Yeah, yeah, this go out to you my nigga

Yo, yo, ain't no solution for this, since day one I been true to this shit

Orphan niggas try to shoot but they miss, I been proven to hit

So you know it's really real, I went for chillin' on the hill

Assigning deals worth 50 mil, self -made millionaire status

We all getting money but it's funny how mine make niggas maddest

Come at us if you ready for war, whoever you are

Leave you dead in your hall, leaking red on the floor

I'm better than y 'all, niggas need to face the facts

Since the days of crack, I been blazing gats, tryna raise my stats

And I ain't chasing back, you can find me at a racing track

Laced in black, betting on a horse called Amazing Jack

Joey cracks the illest, fully backed by killers

Hopping out of 18 wheelers like mad gorillas

Niggas need to calm they nerves with non -concern

Cause if you didn't know by now, you all gon' learn

Yo, I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin'?

Don't want no people wanna play my game

And if you really want the problems, nigga, say my name

Bring it on, come on, I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin'?

Don't want no people wanna play my game

And if you really want the problems, nigga, say my name

I passed it down the pun, now all I do is lounge in the sun

Look what I've done from the slums to sportin' 5 ,001

You see the ice slid, I only walk with them nice niggas

Shite niggas that quit it for doing life, nigga

You outta touch, we come through in the clutch

55th ain't know what to do when I came through with Chuck

The door on poly, you can find me in Flex's Denali

At times, probably even marching at a Sharpton rally

I off the carry, that's the price of fame

Got precise of fame, snipe me with the rifle when I light your brain

It ain't a game, it's real niggas with real guns

That still run corner blocks and pump rocks by the millions

We for the children, that's confusing life

The brutal type that'll pull out the ooze and make you lose your life

The noose is tight, I got them hanging by the neck

Man, you tangling with vets when you banging with T .S.

What the fuck?

I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin'?

Don't want no people wanna play my game

And if you really want the problems, nigga, say my name

Bring it on, come on, I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin'?

Don't want no people wanna play my game

And if you really want the problems, nigga, say my name

Bring it on, come on

Yeah, yeah

This joint right here is dedicated to everybody who put it down for the Terror Squad

I mean the originators

Gizmo, Cosmo, rest in peace, baby

Shout to Little Hat

GQ

Andy, Black Day

Big Hoff

Paitan

Sing Sing

DJ Serge

Alpo, my nigga, Full Flex

Raul, Money Man, where you at?

Macho

Fat Pito

Lucky Legs, Luciano

Italian Joe

Gomez

Kendu, Kemedy Ka

Rest in peace to my nigga, Tony Montana

I love you forever, baby

Rest in peace to Semi, Skeet

Big Naja, Little Frankie

B .O.

Little Raheem

25 to Life

Forced Projects

McKinley

The Foundation

Washington Webster

3673 Third Ave

We lay it down like that

Terror Squad, baby

Taxing suckers, Trinity Stars

Talented Survivors

Call it what you want, baby

Simple as that

Simple as that

What?