ch-ch-ch-ch. yeah
ahhhhhhhhhhh!
you see them diamonds gliserin off that three-quarterla
dat dem dere polyesther
hahaha
ya heard me?
oh!
oh! oh! oh!
oh! oh!
yeah
yeah uh
yo it's that motherfuckin bronx nigga don shit
run up in yo' mom's crib
ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shit
nobody moves
nobody get whacked with the contrict
yo' shot at they concert
it's locked on the concrete
i'm stone cold
i mean i slap. then stomp. then what's to stop my.40 glock from rumblin your calm streets?
i'm troubled when i on deep
loco enough for dolo
blow holes in ya carseat and roll over ya rover
fuck this role model shit i'm finna blow out ya wig
bitch! throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
it's the return of the worst shit that ever happened
reborn like what's crackin
we formed with raw plastic
blastin off ya doors with an awful passion
forcin the walls to crash in
you see them kids
i'll make 'em all bastards
joey crack - keep it gully
known to clap - keep a fully
automatic mack whodie on my lap - doin thirty
drivin through the heights tryna find these cats that did me dirty
shot me on the ave. now i gotta blast until them pearlies
we the realest niggaz ever touch the mic
and we love to fight
you heard my niggaz give up the fuckin knife!
we gonna
break! -
mash! -
brawl! - (brawl!
clash! -
fight up in them clubs
got no love for yo' ass!
get yo' ass up nigga!
show me where you at!
get yo' ass up nigga!
open up his back!
yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb
comin up outta brooklyn lookin like mighty joe young
know we real - got this motherfucker
crackin and buzzin with my latin cousin joey grills
151 proof
letcha cold run loose
i give 'em a sunroof
for cotton-ass pretty boy talkin bout drama
with that nasty-ass coogi suit
lookin like pajamas
so be it
we the first fam - you see it!
put some trouble in ya voice homeboy
fore ya get whacked in
calm down get - back!
for you niggaz that wanna trap me
i make families unhappy
i'm tied into the same shit as boy george and papi
everybody wanna clap me
tonight i'm with my spanish homie joey
so get at me with the ghetto issued.45
semi-automatic
i with intentions
put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
trained on the hill
aim at niggaz faces
push his hat back seven paces - leave him standin still
cobra-ass nigga you beg me to kill
when i cock glocks and pop
you beg me to chill
y'all remember the motherfuckin deal
you will get yo' ass zipped up
how this feel nigga?!
oh motherfucker uh-uh
y'all ain't seen nuttin yet
got a call from the bronx best
bitch and i was right there
duck tape
grip ply
havogee
turpentine
two nickel nine
macdonald
cup of richie wine
wish a motherfucker would
look and he shall find
ten million ways to die!
i'm the thickest of the fire
ain't to many niggaz round with the rumble
with the rawest in the jungle
blicky bloaw bloaw!
bitch i break 'em down with terror squad now
ya pretty bad
clumsy mouth
sit down - get up get out
hottest thang they got in the south
if ya don't know now ya know - holla at 'em joe!
fight club! - fight club!
fight club! - fight club!
fight club! - fight club! holla at 'em joe!
yeah
huh
yeah
huh?!
first family
terror squad.