Terror Squad, Fat Joe - Bring it On lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Terror Squad, Fat Joe - Bring it On lyrics]
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
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 it's 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 my 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
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 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 that quit it
For doing life niggas
You out of touch we came
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
In times probably even marching at
An Al Sharpton rally
I often carry that's the price of fame
Got precise the fame 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 caught a box and
Pump ox by the millions
Before the children that's confusing 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)
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
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 it's 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 my 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
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 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 that quit it
For doing life niggas
You out of touch we came
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
In times probably even marching at
An Al Sharpton rally
I often carry that's the price of fame
Got precise the fame 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 caught a box and
Pump ox by the millions
Before the children that's confusing 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)