[Fat Joe]
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Yeah, Yeah (Mmm)
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This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm)
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Italiano (what) Ya know da deli
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Aha, Aha Dirtman
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Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo
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[Dirtman]
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I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit
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You never seen it before its all Ligitement
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Italiano bust holes to your guitano
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I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano
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Rapid Marziano I hit your arms till they drop
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Palms to your chops left hook put your palms in the block
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Jingo pop then don't stop till the game is one
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And I'll stop till your frame is numb
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Comical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on shit
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While I'll tell you straight up we on some money shit
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A problem with that you see my hand in the place
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But fuck Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in your face
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We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field
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Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it real
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Test if you will feeling the meaning of real
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The meaning of steel you little bitch
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Ay you screaming for real
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[Chorus x2]
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All my real live niggas say:
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That's my shit
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All my thugs mothafuckers say:
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That's my shit
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And if you all about the ruckus say:
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That's my shit
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[Triple Seis]
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Triple Seis the killer like turn your fact
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Bringing it back the way B-X put it on the map
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Its like that running up in your shots while they got
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While the exact take it back lay with the map
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Joey Crack get busy with the shottie
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Hit em niggas with the busy for being in a busy body
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They talk too much Seis comes true in the clutch
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Move with the rush and I hold who you can trust
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That are bless anytime hit you for any son
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Go fifth to fist in the mist they'll kick plenty rhyme
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Give me mine and you can have the rest or feel afraid of death
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And the pain as the rain with the tech
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My connect sending buddah flavor Te-bek
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Like cuddah soft and wet that I'd acquired at the set
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Triple Seis is on fire I'm as hot as it gets
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Rock the light the end is about to line up the set
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[Chorus]
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[Reka]
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Yo we back in the door hearing at you asking for more
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You asked for the raw
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Bleach Brothers strict and we poor
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Goof on the bottom floor
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Back now walk in the brish? Back to the bullshit
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Fuck with those cats I'm cool with
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Act and fool with, Actually nothing to fool with
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Went to school with
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Quite tight now a true click
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You get your je-je-jewel fixed
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Fan come over here hitting your back pockets get swiss back
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How can a mac get his shit back
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You want to click-clack your person you can get that
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You get your shit cluft up Billy Fishers when I spit that
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[Chorus]
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