Bring It On
Fat Joe, Terror Squad
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Yeah yeah, what, Terror Squad From the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin' death penalties and all that Charlie Rock el D 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 Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss I been provin' to hit so you know it's really real I went from chillin' on the hills to signin' deals worth fitty mil Self made millionaire status We all gettin' money but it's funny how mine makes niggaz maddest Come at us if you ready for war Whoever you are Leave you dead in your hall leakin' red on the floor Better than y'all Niggaz need to face the facts Since the days of crack I been blazin' gats, tryin' to raise my stats Tracin' back, you could find me at a racin' track Laced in black, bettin' on a horse called Amazin' Jack Joey Crack's the illest, fully backed my killaz Hoppin' outta 18 wheelas, like mad gorillas Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned 'Cause if you didn't know by now, you all gone learn 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 wantin' to 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 wantin' to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on I puts it down with Pun Now all I do is lounge in the sun Look what I done from the slums, to sportin' 5 thousand and ones See the ice glitter, I only walk with them nice niggaz Sheist niggaz that quit it for doin' life niggaz You had a judge, we came through in the clutch Fifty fifth ain't no what to do when I came through wit'cha The Don Polly, you could find me as fresh as Denali In times probably even marching at a Shaufton rally I often carry that's the price of fame Got precise the fame snipe you with the rifle and unlight your brain It ain't a game, it's real niggaz with real guns That still run, caught a box and pump ox by the millions Before the children that's confusin' life The voodoo type that'll pull out the Uzi and make you lose your life The news is tight, I got 'em hangin' by the neck Man you tanglin' with vets when you bangin' with TS (What, what the f*ck) 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 wantin' to 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 wantin' to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on
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Written by: Alan Maman, Joseph Cartagena
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