[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah, this is classic shit right here, vintage shit
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]
Ayo I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes with the six shooter Luger (ooh yeeah)
That means bring it back, NY, king of that
The best tried to dead mine 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 nigga 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 Lion's mouth
Better yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth
That'll never happen over 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 of LeFrak
A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent back
Don't 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
But not just everyday but you could never be too used to them
I be abusin' them, squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the morning get some strength and then it's on again
Yeah, this is classic shit right here, vintage shit
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]
Ayo I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes with the six shooter Luger (ooh yeeah)
That means bring it back, NY, king of that
The best tried to dead mine 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 nigga 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 Lion's mouth
Better yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth
That'll never happen over 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 of LeFrak
A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent back
Don't 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
But not just everyday but you could never be too used to them
I be abusin' them, squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the morning get some strength and then it's on again
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