Bring ’Em Back

Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah, this is classic shit right here, vintage shit Go get your tape decks ready, uh You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha Terror era's the Squad man Yeah, uh, yo, uh, yo [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Ayo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah Lift dudes with the six shooter Luger (Ooh yeah) That means bring it back, NY, king of that The best tried to dead mine but just can't see to that The forthcoming, don't look now, there's more comin' And we all stunners with little money but still hungry True story, once threw a nigga from a two story Asked for my paper said there's nothin' he could do for me That's like takin' a steak out of a Lion's mouth Better yet, that like takin' a plate out of Ryan's mouth That'll never happen over 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 of LeFrak 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 never be too used to them I be abusin' them, squeezin' fresh oranges Breakfast in the morning, get some strength and then it's on again [Chorus: Fat Joe, Big L & Big Pun] 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 [Verse 2: Big L] 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 hardcore life I chose to explore Therefore I lived raw and went to war with the law My only picture was a mugshot, slugs what thugs got Pcoket swellin' hops from sellin' tops to the drugs spot G's was clocked, fat knots were 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 With the hands, my man, I ain't the one, you'll get done clown I can inverse my style, 'cause I'm versatile Quick to burst a child, I'm livin' worse than foul I pack two TECs in case your crew flex I wet up the set in a sec and yell, "Who's next?!" To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like Shaft Turn your staff into a bloodbath then laugh You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly, jack I attack in black with a Gat and a skelly hat [Chorus: Fat Joe, Big L & Big Pun] 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 [Verse 3: Big Pun] No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all Shorties with dreams of playin' ball for Seton Hall turn to fiends and fall From Edenwald to Sacuon the same sad song is bein' sung It's like give me a gun and I'm back on Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators Stomp little niggas to death for tryna imitate us Y'all could never see us, be us, TS, kill the B.S '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 your door, smash your ho Hack off your skull, I'm stackin' heads like totem poles Blow a hole in your colon, throw you from here to Fordham road Blow for blow, I toe to toe with the toughest Bring the ruckus to the roughest motherfuckers, it's nothin' but luckstress My crews are cussin' to bustin' ass, crushin' glass In niggas 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 tryna 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 your Pierre Cardin I pierce your 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 It's the lyrical psycho that'll tear the whole Bible out I'm sweatin' no idols, the title's all I request Best rappers known yet, Pun and Y, the chaperones of death.. [Chorus: Fat Joe, Big L & Big Pun] 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