Bring 'Em Back (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Big Pun, Big L & 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 Chorus: 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 fuck about 5-0 A hardcore life I chose to explore Therefore I lived raw and went to war with the law My only picture was a mugshot, slugs what thugs got Pcoket swellin' hops from sellin' tops to the drugs spot G's was clocked, fat knots were in the socks And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the Glock Shit 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 With 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 TECs in case ya crew flex I wet up the set in a sec and yell Who's next To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft Turn ya staff into a bloodbath then 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 Chorus: Fat Joe, Big L & Big Pun 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 with dreams of playin' ball for Seton Hall turn to fiends and fall From Edenwald 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 niggas to death for tryin' to imitate us Y'all could never see us, be us, TS, kill the B.S 'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll Blast the four, 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 Fordham road Blow for blow, I toe to toe with the toughest Bring the ruckus to the roughest motherfuckers its nothin' but luckstress My crews are cussin' to bustin' ass crushin' glass In niggas faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath I want the cash off the jiddump, I cock 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 Cardin 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 para scope rifle It's the lyrical psycho 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 chaperones of death.. Chorus: 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