3.Bring'Em Back
作詞：Leroy Bell, Joseph Cartagena, James Casey, Lamont Coleman,
Robert Hall, Casey James, Davel Mckenzie, Christopher Rios
Yeah, this is classic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready, uh
You know I had to bring 'em back, haha
Terror era's the squad man, yeah uh, yo uh yo
Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big Buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter Luger
(Ooh, yeah)
That means bring it back NY King of that
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that
The forth comin' don't look now there's 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
That's like takin' a steak out of a lions mouth
Betta yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryans mouth
That'll 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
Don't 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
I just had to bring 'em back
(Word you definitely 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
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 who's 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
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
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, it's 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
Y'all 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 four 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 it's nothin' but
luck stress
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 para scope rifle extended cycle
Cycle that'll 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
I just had to bring 'em back
(Word you definitely 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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