Uh! Bringin It Back To The BX!
Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect
Holdin the BX down
Bronx Burrough….Terror Sqaud
[Verse 1-Fat Joe]
Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don’t pack em
98% of these rapper’s is all actor’s
Stay frontin, like you wild and’ll spray somethin
Come to find out, you ain’t never slanged nothin
Think it’s the game, gon lose the sport
I seen dude’s get bruised through fort
Then choose the court, a new’s report
They just pursed the court
If you even think of bustin, they ass’ll sooth your thoughts
A damn shame, I’m from the streets where it’s fair game
Nigga’s will ift you off your feet wit the Can-yan
Three in the chest and one in the part
For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms
Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm’s
For these track’s, I’ma fiend like a soldier in ‘Nam
Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya Lugz
Fuck love, here we believe in nothin but slugs
[Chrous-Prospect&Fat Joe]
[Prospect]
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill….
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
[Prospect]
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel…..
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
[Prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
[Prospect]
So if the feds after indictment’s, we know he gon squeal….
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
[Verse 2-Prospect]
Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks
Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back
I’ll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erased
Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase
I’m givin him terror, for the new millenium era
Automatic Semi’s wit the fully clip and the leather
Poppin champagne like we celebrating whatever
Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather
Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowd
Even got the god in the cloud, observing this style
He love the way I do this, leavin nigga’s clueless
It’s Prospect, it’s off wit ya head, you should’ve knew this
My twin??, cock and squeeze, we stoppin G’s
You better follow up, these nigga’s can’t rock wit these
Straight up, I speak life threw the mic though
Sprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa!
[Chrous-Prospect,Fat Joe&Remi Martin]
[Prospect]
Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill….
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
[Prospect]
Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel…
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he’s alright, but he’s not real
[Prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
[Fat Joe]