Uh!bringin it back to the bx!
Wit my nigga fat joe, long side my nigga prospect
Holdin the bx down
Bronx burrough....terror sqaud
[verse 1-fat joe]
Yo, everybody talkin gats, really dont pack em
98% of these rappers is all actors
Stay frontin, like you wild andll spray somethin
Come to find out, you aint never slanged nothin
Think its the game, gon lose the sport
I seen dudes get bruised through fort
Then choose the court, a news report
They just pursed the court
If you even think of bustin, they assll sooth your thoughts
A damn shame, Im from the streets where its fair game
Niggas will ift you off your feet wit the can-yan
Three in the chest and one in the part
For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms
Joe is the don, you clean, then show me your arms
For these tracks, ima fiend like a soldier in nam
Only the bronx will blow your ass outta ya lugz
Fuck 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, hes alright, but hes not real
[prospect]
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....
[fat joe]
Be like, hes alright, but hes not real
[prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
[fat joe]
Be like, hes alright, but hes not real
[prospect]
So if the feds after indictments, we know he gon squeal....
[fat joe]
Be like, hes alright, but hes not real
[verse 2-prospect]
Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks
Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back
Ill make you leave the game like ma$e, and get ya name erased
Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase
Im givin him terror, for the new millenium era
Automatic semis wit the fully clip and the leather
Poppin champagne like we celebrating whatever
Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather
Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowd
Even got the God in the cloud, observing this style
He love the way I do this, leavin niggas clueless
Its prospect, its off wit ya head, you shouldve knew this
My twin? ? ? ? , cock and squeeze, we stoppin gs
You better follow up, these niggas cant rock wit these
Straight up, I speak life threw the mic though
Sprayin 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, hes alright, but hes not real
[prospect]
Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel...
[fat joe]
Be like, hes alright, but hes not real
[prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
[fat joe]
Hes alright, but hes not real
[prospect]
So if the feds after indictment, you know he gon sqeaul....
[remi martin]
Be like, shes alright, but shes not real
[verse 3-fat joe]
Yo, ayo Im lookin for the perfect mami to ride wit me
Only wear she like to rock is 560
Swear to her moms if its on, shell die wit me
Puff blunts, like to get high just like whitney
Thug type, "set it off", like jada
And this chick go both ways, dont hate her
Back in the block, they use to try to play her
Till the don out her to the qualities much greater
Net worth, put the tool in the skirt
Which you fools know about gettin head in reverse
About, clockin grips, and coppin whips
You muthafuckers stay frontin, stop poppin shit
Lets not forget, who be gettin robbed wit the choker
Man, Im still rockin my same chains from "flow joe"
And you know joe stay wit tha mack
You hatin the fact, you cant do nathan to crack
Ya heard!!!
[chorus till fade]
*intro to prodigys "keep it thoro"*
"oh yall niggas killas now? "
