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Uh! Bringin It Back To The BX!Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga ProspectHoldin the BX downBronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud[Verse 1-Fat Joe]Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em98% of these rapper's is all actor'sStay frontin, like you wild and'll spray somethinCome to find out, you ain't never slanged nothinThink it's the game, gon lose the sportI seen dude's get bruised through fortThen choose the court, a new's reportThey just pursed the courtIf you even think of bustin, they ass'll sooth your thoughtsA damn shame, I'm from the streets where it's fair gameNigga's will ift you off your feet wit the Can-yanThree in the chest and one in the partFor disrespect you, get left right in front of ya momsJoe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm'sFor these track's, I'ma fiend like a soldier in 'NamOnly the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya LugzFuck love, here we believe in nothin but slugs[Chrous-Prospect&Fat Joe][Prospect]Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....[Fat Joe]Be like, he's alright, but he's not real[Prospect]Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....[Fat Joe]Be like, he's alright, but he's not real[Prospect]Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill[Fat Joe]Be like, he's alright, but he's not real[Prospect]So if the feds after indictment's, we know he gon squeal....[Fat Joe]Be like, he's alright, but he's not real[Verse 2-Prospect]Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracksGot that hot shit, that make you ease on backI'll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erasedWalk threw from place to place, and change the chaseI'm givin him terror, for the new millenium eraAutomatic Semi's wit the fully clip and the leatherPoppin champagne like we celebrating whateverSwitch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a featherVersatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowdEven got the god in the cloud, observing this styleHe love the way I do this, leavin nigga's cluelessIt's Prospect, it's off wit ya head, you should've knew thisMy twin??, cock and squeeze, we stoppin G'sYou better follow up, these nigga's can't rock wit theseStraight up, I speak life threw the mic thoughSprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa![Chrous-Prospect,Fat Joe&Remi Martin][Prospect]Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill....[Fat Joe]Be like, he's alright, but he's not real[Prospect]Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel...[Fat Joe]Be like, he's alright, but he's not real[Prospect]Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill[Fat Joe]He's alright, but he's not real[Prospect]So if the feds after indictment, you know he gon sqeaul....[Remi Martin]Be like, she's alright, but she's not real[Verse 3-Fat Joe]Yo, ayo I'm lookin for the perfect mami to ride wit meOnly wear she like to rock is 560Swear to her mom's if it's on, she'll die wit mePuff blunts, like to get high just like WhitneyThug type, "Set It Off", like JadaAnd this chick go both ways, don't hate herBack in the block, they use to try to play herTill the Don out her to the qualities much greaterNet Worth, put the tool in the skirtWhich you fools know about gettin head in reverseAbout, clockin grips, and coppin whipsYou muthafucker's stay frontin, stop poppin shitLet's not forget, who be gettin robbed wit the chokerMan, I'm still rockin my same chains from "Flow Joe"And you know Joe stay wit tha mackYou hatin the fact, you can't do nathan to crackYA HEARD!!![Chorus Till Fade][Intro to Prodigy's "Keep It Thoro"]"Oh y'all nigga's killa's now?"more