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​Bring It On

This song is by Terror Squad and appears on the album The Album (1999).

(Fat joe speaking)
Yeah yeah, what
Uh, terror squad
Uh, from the streets to the jail cell
I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that
Charlie rock el d
Yeah yeah, this go out to you my nigga
Yo, yo

Ain't no solution for this
Since day one I been true to this shit
Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss
I been provin to hit so you know it's really real
I went from chillin' on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil
Self made millionaire status
We all gettin' money but it's funny how mine makes niggaz maddest
Come at us if you ready for war
Whoever you are
Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor
Better than y'all
Niggaz need to face the facts
Since the days of crack I been blazin' gats - tryin' to raise my stats
Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track
Laced in black - bettin on a horse called amazin jack
Joey crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz
Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas
Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned
'Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn


Chorus: I ain't know you really want it
How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin
Don't want no people wantin to play my game
And if you really want the problems nigga say my name
Bring it on, come on

I ain't know you really want it
How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin
Don't want no people wantin to play my game
And if you really want the problems nigga say my name
Bring it on, come on

I puts it down with pun
Now all I do is lounge in the sun
Look what I done from the slums - to sportin 5 thousand and ones
See the ice glitter - I only walk with them nice niggaz
Sheist niggaz that quit it for doin' life niggaz
You had a judge - we came through in the clutch
Fifty fifth- ain't no what to do when I came through wit'cha
The don polly - you could find me as fresh as denali
In times probably even marching at a shaufton (?) rally
I often carry that's the price of fame
Got precise the fame snipe you with the rifle and unlight your brain
It ain't a game - it's real niggaz with real guns
That still run - caught a box- and pump ox by the millions
Before the children that's confusin life
The voodoo type that'll pull out the uz (uzi) and make you lose your life
The news is tight - I got 'em hangin' by the neck
Man you tanglin with vets when you bangin' with ts (what, what the fuck!)