Ch-ch-ch-ch... Yeah
(Terror Squad.. First Family..)
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (Yeah, hahahah!)
You see them diamonds gliserin off that three-quarterla (Hahaha)
Dat dem dere polyesther (Uh, n***a!)
Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the f**, what the f**, huh?!)
(Terror Squad... First Family...)
OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherf**in Bronx n***a Don sh**
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Ship-stacked biddomb sh** - gun up in the palm sh**
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
f** this role model sh** I'm finna blow out ya wig
b**h! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst sh** that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin, we formed with raw plastic
Blastin off ya doors with an awful pa**ion
Forcin the walls to crash in
You see them kids, I'll make 'em all ba*tards
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 n***as ever touch the mic (BLAH!)
And we love to fight (BLAH!)
You heard my n***as (ANTE UP!) give up the f**in knife!
[Hook] - 2x
We gonna
BREAK! - (BREAK!)
MASH! - (MASH!)
BRAWL! - (BRAWL!
CLASH! - (CLASH!)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' a**!!
GET YO' ASS UP ni**a!
SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT!
GET YO' ASS UP ni**a!
OPEN UP HIS BACK!
[Lil' Fame]
Yo who that husky-a** n***a with the flow so dumb
Comin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young
(FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this motherf**er
Crackin and buzzin with my Latin cousin Joey Grills
(WE INTERNATIONAL!) 151 proof
Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-a** pretty boy talkin bout drama
With that nasty-a** Coogi suit, lookin like pajamas
(SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be it
We the First (First!) Fam (Family!) - You see it!
Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in
CALM (CALM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK!
[Billy Danze]
For you n***as that wanna trap me
I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the same sh** as Boy George and Papi
(E'RYBODY KNOW!) Everybody wanna clap me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey
So get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I (SPIT) with intentions (TO RIP)
Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage b**h
Trained on the Hill, aim at n***as faces
Push his hat back seven paces - leave him standin still
Cobra-a** n***a (Huh?!) You beg me to k** (Yeah!)
When I co*k Glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (Chill!)
(Y'ALL REMEMBER BILL!) Y'all remember the motherf**in deal
You will get yo' a** zipped up, how this feel n***a?!!
[Hook - 2x]
[Petey Pablo]
Oh motherf**er uh-uh, y'all ain't seen nuttin yet
Got a call from the Bronx Best, b**h and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherf**er would, look and he shall find
TEN MILLION WAYS TO DIE!
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't to many n***as round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!!
b**h I break 'em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad now
Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down - get up get out
Hottest thang they got in the south (Petey Pablo!)
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!
[Hook - 2x]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?! (Hahaha)
First Family, Terror Squad....