Terror Squad: Bring 'em back

YeahThis is clasic shit right here, vintage shitGo get ya tape decks ready uhYou know I had to bring 'em back hahahahaTerror era's the squad manYeah uh yo uh yo[Verse 1: Fat Joe]Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big buddahLift dudes wit the six shooter Luger (Ooh Yeeah)That means bring it back NY king of thatThe best tried a dead mind but just can't see to thatThe 4th comin don't look now theres more cominAnd we all stunnaz wit lil money but still hungryTrue story once threw a nigga from a two storyasked for my paper said theres nothin he can do for meThats like takin a steak out of a lions mouthBetta yet that like takin a plate outta Ryans mouthThatll neva happen ova my dead bodyFeds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to GottiI swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreckA nigga try front on his body he gettin sent backDont resent Crack I'm just what you wanna beYoung rich and famous bitches can't get enough of meAnd they runnin up on me usually in groups of themBut not just everyday but you could neva be too use to themI be abusin them squeezin fresh orangesBreakfast 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 slowI'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about 5-0A hard core life I toast to ex flawtherefore I live raw and went to war wit the lawMy only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got potget swellin hops from sellin tops to da drugs spotG's was clocked fat knots was in the socksand cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glockShit was ran right by me and my man MikeCause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fightCause we put the guns down and go one roundwit the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clownI can inverse my style, cause I'm versitileQuick to burst a child I'm livin worse than foulI pack two techs in case ya crew flexI wet up the set in a second yell whos nextTo feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like ShaftTurn ya staff into a blood bath to laughYou'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly jackI 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 allShorties wit dreams of playin ball for Seaton Hall turnin fiends a fullFrom Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad songis bein sung, its like gimmie a gun and I'm back onJoey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulatorsStomp little niggaz to death for tryin to imitate usYall could neva see us, be us, TS, kill da bsCause Pun got more guns and funds than UndeasUn be us, I'm from the BX so I have to rollBlast the 4 crash ya door smash ya hoeHack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem polesBlow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan roadBlow fa blow, I toe to toe with the toughestbring the ruckas to the roughest muthafucka its nothin but luckstressMy crews are cussin to bustin ass crushin glassin niggaz faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bathI want the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddumpat any piddunk tryin to laugh at the BriddonxYou ain't no kiddon for the Terror SquadronYou feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya Pierre CardanI peirce ya noggin if you startin trouble, spark the dot above youand watch it blossom like a flower throughout the boroughNo doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle extended ryclecycle thatll tear the whole Bible outI'm sweatin no idols a title's all I requestBest 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