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(Fat Joe)Yeah, Yeah (Mmm) This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm) Italiano (what) Ya know da deli Aha, Aha Dirtman Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo (Dirtman) I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit You never seen it before its all Ligitement Italiano bust holes to your guitano I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano Rapid Marziano I hit your arms till they drop Palms to your chops left hook put your palms in the block Jingo pop then don't stop till the game is one And I'll stop till your frame is numb Comical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on shit While I'll tell you straight up we on some money shit A problem with that you see my hand in the place But fuck Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in your face We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it real Test if you will feeling the meaning of real The meaning of steel you little bitch Ay you screaming for real Chorus (Repeat 2x) All my real live niggas say: That's my shit All my thugs mothafuckers say: That's my shit And if you all about the ruckus say: That's my shit (Triple Seis) Triple Seis the killer like turn your fact Bringing it back the way B-X put it on the map Its like that running up in your shots while they got While the exact take it back lay with the map Joey Crack get busy with the shottie Hit em niggas with the busy for being in a busy body They talk too much Seis comes true in the clutch Move with the rush and I hold who you can trust That are bless anytime hit you for any son Go fifth to fist in the mist they'll kick plenty rhyme Give me mine and you can have the rest or feel afraid of death And the pain as the rain with the tech My connect sending buddah flavor Te-bek Like cuddah soft and wet that I?d acquired at the set Triple Seis is on fire I?m as hot as it gets Rock the light the end is about to line up the set Chorus (Reka) Yo we back in the door hearing at you asking for more You asked for the raw Bleach Brothers strict and we poor Goof on the bottom floor Back now walk in the brish? Back to the bullshit Fuck with those cats I?m cool with Act and fool with, Actually nothing to fool with Went to school with Quite tight now a true click You get your je-je-jewel fixed Fan come over here hitting your back pockets get swiss back How can a mac get his shit back You want to click-clack your person you can get that You get your shit cluft up Billy Fishers when I spit that Chorus