Bring 'Em Back

(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