*featuring Prospect, Remi Martin
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Uh! Bringin It Back To The BX!
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Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect
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Holdin the BX down
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Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud
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[Verse 1-Fat Joe]
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Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em
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98% of these rapper's is all actor's
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Stay frontin, like you wild and'll spray somethin
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Come to find out, you ain't never slanged nothin
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Think it's the game, gon lose the sport
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I seen dude's get bruised through fort
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Then choose the court, a new's report
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They just pursed the court
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If you even think of bustin, they ass'll sooth your thoughts
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A damn shame, I'm from the streets where it's fair game
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Nigga's will ift you off your feet wit the Can-yan
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Three in the chest and one in the part
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For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms
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Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm's
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For these track's, I'ma fiend like a soldier in 'Nam
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Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya Lugz
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Fuck love, here we believe in nothin but slugs
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[Chrous-Prospect&Fat Joe]
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[Prospect]
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Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....
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[Fat Joe]
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Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
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[Prospect]
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Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....
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[Fat Joe]
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Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
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[Prospect]
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Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
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[Fat Joe]
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Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
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[Prospect]
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So if the feds after indictment's, we know he gon squeal....
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[Fat Joe]
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Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
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[Verse 2-Prospect]
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Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks
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Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back
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I'll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erased
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Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase
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I'm givin him terror, for the new millenium era
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Automatic Semi's wit the fully clip and the leather
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Poppin champagne like we celebrating whatever
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Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather
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Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowd
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Even got the god in the cloud, observing this style
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He love the way I do this, leavin nigga's clueless
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It's Prospect, it's off wit ya head, you should've knew this
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My twin??, cock and squeeze, we stoppin G's
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You better follow up, these nigga's can't rock wit these
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Straight up, I speak life threw the mic though
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Sprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa!
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[Chrous-Prospect,Fat Joe&Remi Martin]
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[Prospect]
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Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill....
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[Fat Joe]
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Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
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[Prospect]
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Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel...
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[Fat Joe]
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Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
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[Prospect]
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Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
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[Fat Joe]
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He's alright, but he's not real
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[Prospect]
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So if the feds after indictment, you know he gon sqeaul....
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[Remi Martin]
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Be like, she's alright, but she's not real
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[Verse 3-Fat Joe]
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Yo, ayo I'm lookin for the perfect mami to ride wit me
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Only wear she like to rock is 560
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Swear to her mom's if it's on, she'll die wit me
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Puff blunts, like to get high just like Whitney
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Thug type, "Set It Off", like Jada
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And this chick go both ways, don't hate her
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Back in the block, they use to try to play her
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Till the Don out her to the qualities much greater
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Net Worth, put the tool in the skirt
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Which you fools know about gettin head in reverse
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About, clockin grips, and coppin whips
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You muthafucker's stay frontin, stop poppin shit
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Let's not forget, who be gettin robbed wit the choker
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Man, I'm still rockin my same chains from "Flow Joe"
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And you know Joe stay wit tha mack
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You hatin the fact, you can't do nathan to crack
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YA HEARD!!!
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[Chorus Till Fade]
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[Intro to Prodigy's "Keep It Thoro"]
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"Oh y'all nigga's killa's now?"
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He's Not Real
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Fat Joe |