(feat. Big L, Big Pun)
Yeah This is clasic s*it right here, vintage s*it
Go get ya 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]
Aye yo I'm old school like
Rick Ruler sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter
Luger (Ooh Yeeah)
That means bring it back
NY king of that
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that
The 4th comin don't look now theres more comin
And we all stunnaz wit lil money but still hungry
True story once threw a ***** from a two story asked for my paper said theres nothin he can do for me
Thats like takin a steak out of a lions mouth
Betta yet that like takin a plate outta
Ryans mouth
Thatll neva happen ova 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 the left wreck
A ***** try front on his body he gettin sent back
Dont resent
Crack I'm just what you wanna be
Young rich and famous ******* can't get enough of me
And they runnin up on me usually in groups of them
But not just everyday but you could neva be too use to them
I be abusin them squeezin fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin 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 definitly 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 **** about 5-0
A hard core, life
I Chose to
Explore therefore
I live raw and went to war wit the law
My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot get swellin hops from sellin tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks and cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when
I popped the glock
S*it 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 wit the hands but man
I ain't the one, you'll get done clown
I can inverse my style, cause
I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child
I'm livin worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell whos next
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like
Shaft Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly jack
I attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat [Chorus]
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 wit dreams of playin ball for
Seaton Hall turnin fiends a full
From Meda ward to
Sacuon the same sad song is bein sung, its like gimmie a gun and
I'm back on
Joey Crack,
Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little ****** to death for tryin to imitate us
Yall could neva see us, be us,
TS, kill da bs
Cause Pun got more guns and funds than
Undeas Un be us,
I'm from the
BX so I have to roll
Blast the 4 crash ya door smash ya hoe
Hack off ya skull,
I'm stackin heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to
Fordan road
Blow fa blow,
I toe to toe with the toughest bring the ruckas to the roughest ********** its nothin but luckstress
My crews are cussin to bustin ass crus*in glass in ****** faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the jiddump,
I c**k and blast the piddump at any piddunk tryin to 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 ya
Pierre Cardan
I peirce ya 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 parascope rifle extended rycle cycle thatll tear the whole
Bible out
I'm sweatin no idols a title's all
I request
Best rappers know that
Pun and Y the chaperones of death.. [Chorus]
I just had to bring 'em back (Word you definitly 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