Bring it On

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah, what Uh, Terror Squad Uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggas is facing death penalties and all that Charlie Rock L D 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 niggas try to shoot but they miss I've been proven to hit so you know its really real I went from chilling on the hills to signing deals worth fifty mil' Self-made millionaire status We all getting money but it's funny how mine makes niggas maddest Come at us if you ready for war Whoever you are Leave you dead in your hall leaking red on the floor Better than ya'll Niggas need to face the facts Since the days of crack I've been blazing gats trying to raise my stats And I ain't tracing back you could find me at a racing track Laced in black betting on a horse called Amazing Jack Joey Crack's the illest fully backed by killers Hopping outta 18 wheelers like mad gorillas Niggas need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned Cause if you didn't know by now you all gon' learn [Chorus] I ain't know you really want it How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep fronting Don't want no people wanting to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on I ain't know you really want it How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep fronting Don't want no people wanting 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 sporting 5 thousand and ones See the ice glitter I only walk with them nice niggas Sheist niggas acquitted for doing life niggas You out of touch we come through in the clutch Fifty fifth ain't no what to do when I came through with ya The Don Polly - you could find me in Flex's Denali At times probably even marching at a Sharpton rally I often carry that's the price of fame Got precisive aim snipe you with the rifle and I light your brain It ain't a game it's real niggas with real guns That still run corner blocks and pump rocks by the millions Before the children that's confused in life The brutal type that'll pull out the Uz' and make you lose your life The noose is tight I got 'em hanging by the neck Man you tangling with vets when you banging with TS (what, what the fuck!) [Chorus] I ain't know you really want it How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep fronting Don't want no people wanting to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on I ain't know you really want it How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep fronting Don't want no people wanting to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on [Outro] Yeah, yeah This joint right here is dedicated to everybody who putit down for the Terror Squad Mean the originators Gizmo, Cosmo, rest in peace, baby Shout to Little Hat GQ Andy, Black Day Big Hoff Paitan Sing Sing DJ Serge AIpo, my nigga, Full Flex Raul, Money Man, where you at? Macho Fat Pito Lucky Legs, Luciano Italian Joe Gomez Kendu Kemedy Ka Rest in peace to my nigga, Tony Montana l I love you forever, baby Rest in peace to Semi, Skeet Big Naja, Little Frankie B.O. Little Raheem 25 to Life Forced Projects McKinley The Foundation Washington Webster 3673 Third Ave We lay it down like that Terror Squad, baby Taxing suckers, Trinity Stars Talented Survivors Call it what you want, baby Simple as that Simple as that What?