| Yea yea, what
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| Uh, terror squad
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| Uh, from the streets to the jail cell
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| I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that
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| Charlie rock el d Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga
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| Yo, yo Aint no solution for this
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| Since day one I been true to this shit
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| Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss
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| I been provin to hit so you know its really real
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| I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil
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| Self made millionaire status
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| We all gettin money but its funny how mine makes niggaz maddest
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| Come at us if you ready for war
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| Whoever you are
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| Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor
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| Better than yall
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| Niggaz need to face the facts
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| Since the days of crack I been blazin gats — tryin to raise my stats
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| Tracin back — you could find me at a racin track
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| Laced in black — bettin on a horse called amazin jack
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| Joey cracks the illest — fully backed my killaz
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| Hoppin outta 18 wheelas — like mad gorillas
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| Niggaz need to calm they nerves when Im concerned
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| Cause if you didnt know by now — you all gone learn
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| Chorus: I aint know you really want it How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin
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| Dont want no people wantin to play my game
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| And if you really want the problems nigga say my name
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| Bring it on, come on I aint know you really want it How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin
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| Dont want no people wantin to play my game
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| And if you really want the problems nigga say my name
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| Bring it on, come on I puts it down with pun
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| Now all I do is lounge in the sun
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| Look what I done from the slums — to sportin 5 thousand and ones
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| See the ice glitter — I only walk with them nice niggaz
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| Sheist niggaz that quit it for doin life niggaz
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| You had a judge — we came through in the clutch
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| Fifty fifth- aint no what to do when I came through witcha
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| The don polly — you could find me as fresh as denali
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| In times probably even marching at a shaufton (?) rally
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| I often carry thats the price of fame
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| Got precise the fame snipe u with the rifle and unlight your brain
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| It aint a game — its real niggaz with real guns
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| That still run — caught a box- and pump ox by the millions
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| Before the children thats confusin life
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| The voodoo type thatll pull out the uz (uzi) and make you lose your life
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| The news is tight — I got em hangin by the neck
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| Man you tanglin with vets when you bangin with ts (what, what the fuck!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bring It On , by - Terror Squad. Song from the album Terror Squad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп