Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prove Something, artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 10.11.2002
Song language: English
Prove Something |
| East New York! |
| oh god! |
| Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully |
| Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don |
| Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down to the death |
| It’s nothin realer than this you heard, uh what huh |
| Its like I’m always out to prove somethin |
| Everytime I stop on the block |
| I set up shop and try to move somethin |
| And I’m talkin about kilo’s and pounds |
| Fuck a desert eagle |
| I got shit that spit over 300 rounds |
| Can tell by the scar on my neck |
| I spar with the best |
| Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the left |
| Sharp with the right, I dont know why I bother |
| Y’all not retarded |
| Man ya know what the squadron is like |
| And he can get it too |
| But I let him die slow death I probably just collectin his food |
| I’m deadin ya crew |
| To tell ya the truth we not stoppin |
| I’m like lil’lease from b-street man I keep poppin |
| The streets knockin my shit, the d’s watchin my shift |
| We can do this however, east glock or the fifth |
| I leave you chumps to frame, right where you standin |
| Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom |
| Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right |
| Its the nigga joe the don |
| And the kid flow hard, ask the clique |
| Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit |
| Its the killa kid from the bronx |
| Holdin down to the death |
| You can hear the squad comin |
| By the sound of the techs |
| A hundred rounds in a sec |
| Leave you on front page |
| You would think I was down with the ROC |
| The way I just blazed |
| I puff haze to keep my mind at ease |
| Can’t wait for the day to see shyne released |
| This hip hop shit is unjust, who you gon’trust |
| When most of these record label execs is dumb fucks |
| I keep a gun tuck under my belly |
| Only nigga on the island makin calls from the celly |
| We watchin belly on the DV, 60 inch TV |
| Flat shit attatch to the back of the CP |
| This game need me, I’m like gotti once I’m gone |
| All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons |
| Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin |
| Its all the same, still runnin trains with my hoodmen |
| A bunch of goodmen, but dont get it confused |
| We like dinero in heat nigga, nothin to loose |
| I know you seen the shoot out scene |
| Dont make us reneact, cuz I rather be layed up in ?? |
| with a featured actress |
| Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right |
| Its the nigga joe the don |
| And the kid flow hard, ask the clique |
| Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit |
| Yea, hell yea, uh brought to you by the realest motherfuckers in this game |
| The infamous terror squad, yea, real niggas, real dons |
| Real G’s haha, come on, woo uh Ton’Montana rest in peace forever, never forget. |
| Big Pun! |