Artist: Terror Squad f/ Fat Joe Album: Terror Squad - The Album Song: Bring it On Typed by: Frnlyboy13@AOL.com [Fat Joe] Yea yea, what uh, Terror Squad uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that Charlie Rock LD Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga Yo, yo [Verse 1] 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 its really real I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil Self made millionaire status We all gettin money but its 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 [Chorus: repeat 2X] I ain't know you really want it How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on [Verse 2] 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 an Al Sharpton rally I often carry thats the price of fame Got precise the fame snipe you with the rifle and unlight your brain It ain't a game - its real niggaz with real guns That still run - caught a box- and pump ox by the millions Before the children thats confusin life The voodoo type that'll pull out the UZ (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 FUCK!) [Outro] Yeah, yeah, this joint right here is dedicated to everybody who put it down for Terror Squad! I mean originators Gizmo, Cosmo rest in peace, baby! Shout to Little Hec', GQ, Andy, Black Day, Big Hov, Paiteen Sing-Sing, DJ Surge, Alpo, my nigga Full Flex, Raoul money man where you at? Macho, Bobbito, Lucky Legs Luciano Italian Joe, Gomez, King Duke, Kemini Kai Rest in peace to my nigga Tony Montana; I love you forever, baby! Rest in peace to Semi C, Big Nacho, Little Frankie, B.O., Little Rahim - 25 to life Forest Projects, McKinley, The Foundation, Webster 3673 Third Ave. We laying down like that. Terror Squad baby Tasters suckers, Trinity stars, talents survivors Call it what you want baby, simple as that, simple as that What?