Bring 'Em Back
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Yeah This is classic shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready You know I had to bring 'em back Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger That means bring it back, NY king of that The best tried a dead mind 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 storey 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 the left wreck 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 mornin' 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 f*ck about five O A hard core life I toast to ex-flaw Therefore I live raw and went to war with the law My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot Get swellin' hops from sellin' tops to da drugs spot G's was clocked fat knots was 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 versitile Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul I pack two techs in case ya crew flex I wet up the set in a second yell who's next To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like shaft Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly Jack I attack in black with 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 [Incomprehensible] 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 Seaton hall turnin' fiends a full From me the word to Sacuon the same sad song Is bein' sung, its like gimme a gun and I'm back on Joey crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators Stomp little niggaz 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 ideas Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll Blastin' for crash ya door, smash ya hoe Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem poles Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Forden Road Blow for blow, I toe to toe with the toughest Bring the ruckus to the roughest motherfucker It's nothin' but illustrous My crews are cussin' to bustin' ass crushin' glass In niggaz 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 peirce 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 parascope rifle extended rycle Cycle that'll tear the whole Bible out I'm sweatin' no idols a title's all I request Best rappers know that pun and why 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
Written by: CASEY JAMES, CHRISTOPHER RIOS, DAVEL MCKENZIE, JOSEPH CARTAGENA, LAMONT COLEMAN, LEROY BELL, ROBERT HALL, ROBERT A. HALL
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