Fat Joe - Bring 'Em Back lyrics

Yeah This is cla**ic sh** right here, vintage sh** Go get ya tape decks ready uh You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick j**els to big Buddha Lift dudes wit the six shooter Luger (Ooh Yeeah) 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 n***a from a two story Asked for my paper said there's nothin' he can do for me That's like takin a steak out of a lions mouth Betta yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth That'll never happen ova 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 n***a try front on his body he gettin' sent back Don't resent Crack I'm just what you wanna be Young rich and famous b**hes 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 use to them I be abusin' them squeezin' fresh oranges Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then it's on again [Hook: Fat Joe, Big L, & Big Pun] 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 [Verse 2: Big L] When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a f** about 5-0 A hard core life I toast to ex flaw Therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law My only picture was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot Get swellin' hops from sellin' tops to the d** 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 sh** 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 Wit the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown I can inverse my style, cause I'm versatile 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 wit a gat and a skully hat [Hook] 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 (Terror Squad cause we stunt) You know I had to bring 'em back yo [Verse 3: Big Pun] No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all Shorties wit dreams of playin' ball for Seton Hall turnin' fiends a full From Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song Is bein' sung, its like give me a gun and I'm back on Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators Stomp little n***as to d**h for tryin' to imitate us Y'all could never see us, be us, TS, k** the bs Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll Blast the 4 crash ya door smash ya ho Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin' heads like totem poles Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan road Blow fa blow, I toe to toe with the toughest Bring the ruckus to the roughest muthaf**a its nothin' but luckstress My crews are cussin' to bustin' a** crushin' gla** In n***as faces leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath I want the cash off the jiddump, I co*k 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 Cardan I pierce 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 Y the chaperons of d**h.. [Hook] 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