Terror Squad, Big Pun, Fat Joe - Bring 'Em Back lyrics

Yeah, this is classic shit right here
Vintage shit 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

Ayo I'm old school like Rick Ruler
Sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes with the six shooter Luger
(ooh yeeah)
That means bring it back, NY, king of that
The best tried to dead mine but
Just can't see to that
The 4th comin' don't look
Now there's more comin'
And we all stunners with lil'
Money but still hungry true story
Once threw a nigga from a two story
Asked for my paper said there's nothin'
He can do for me
That's like takin' a steak out
Of a Lion's mouth
Better yet that like takin' a
Plate outta 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

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

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 but 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 ya 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 ya staff into a bloodbath then 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

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

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
Its like give me a gun and I'm back on
Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little niggas to death for
Tryin' to imitate us
Y'all could never see us, be us, TS
Kill the 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 four, crash ya door, smash ya ho
Hack off ya skull
I'm stackin' heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya 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 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 Cardin
I pierce 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 para scope rifle
It's the lyrical psycho that'll 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

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