| Yeah
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| This is clasic shit right here, vintage shit
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| Go get ya tape decks ready uh You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha
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| Terror era’s the squad man
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| Yeah uh yo uh yo Aye yo I’m old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big buddah
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| Lift dudes wit the six shooter Luger (Ooh Yeeah)
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| That means bring it back NY king of that
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| The best tried a dead mind but just can’t see to that
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| The 4th comin don’t look now theres more comin
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| And we all stunnaz wit lil money but still hungry
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| True story once threw a nigga from a two story
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| asked for my paper said theres nothin he can do for me Thats like takin a steak out of a lions mouth
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| Betta yet that like takin a plate outta Ryans mouth
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| Thatll neva happen ova my dead body
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| Feds got me plastered on the wall like I’m the heir to Gotti
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| I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
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| A nigga try front on his body he gettin sent back
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| Dont 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
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| But not just everyday but you could neva be too use to them
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| I be abusin them squeezin fresh oranges
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| Breakfast in the mornin get some strength and then it’s on again
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| + (Big L)
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| I just had to bring 'em back
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| (Word you definitly know what I’m about)
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| You know I had to bring 'em back yo I just had to bring 'em back
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| (Flamboyant baby)
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| You know I had to bring 'em back yo When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
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| I’m quick to buck a duck and I don’t give a fuck about 5−0
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| A hard core life I toast to ex flaw
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| therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law
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| My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
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| get swellin hops from sellin tops to da drugs spot
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| G’s was clocked fat knots was in the socks
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| and cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glock
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| Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
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| Cause I choose to use a gun don’t mean that I can’t fight
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| Cause we put the guns down and go one round
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| wit the hands but man I ain’t the one, you’ll get done clown
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| I can inverse my style, cause I’m versitile
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| Quick to burst a child I’m livin worse than foul
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| I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
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| I wet up the set in a second yell whos next
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| To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft
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| Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
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| You’ll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly jack
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| I attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat
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| I just had to bring 'em back
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| You know I had to bring 'em back yo
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| (Flamboyant baby)
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| I just had to bring 'em back
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| You know I had to bring 'em back yo No doubt I’m from the X and I seen it all
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| Shorties wit dreams of playin ball for Seaton Hall turnin fiends a full
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| From Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song
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| is bein sung, its like gimmie a gun and I’m back on Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
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| Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin to imitate us Yall could neva see us, be us, TS, kill da bs Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas
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| Un be us, I’m from the BX so I have to roll
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| Blast the 4 crash ya door smash ya hoe
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| Hack off ya skull, I’m stackin heads like totem poles
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| Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan road
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| Blow fa blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
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| bring the ruckas to the roughest muthafucka its nothin but luckstress
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| My crews are cussin to bustin ass crushin glass
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| in niggaz faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
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| I want the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
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| at any piddunk tryin to laugh at the Briddonx
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| You ain’t no kiddon for the Terror Squadron
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| You feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya Pierre Cardan
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| I peirce ya noggin if you startin trouble, spark the dot above you
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| and watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
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| No doubt I’m thorough with a parascope rifle extended rycle
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| cycle thatll tear the whole Bible out
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| I’m sweatin no idols a title’s all I request
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| Best rappers know that Pun and Y the chaperones of death.
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| I just had to bring 'em back
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| (Word you definitly know what I’m about)
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| You know I had to bring 'em back yo I just had to bring 'em back
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| (Flamboyant baby)
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| You know I had to bring 'em back yo |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring 'Em Back, artist - Terror Squad. Album song True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп