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Prove Something (edited album version) - Fat Joe (肥仔乔)
East New York oh god
Yeah got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
Yeah big business Joe crack the don
Terror squad baby box boor holding down to the death
Its nothing realer than this you heard uh what huh
It's like I'm always out to prove something
Every time I stop on the block
I set up shop and try to move something
And I'm talking about kilos and pounds
***** a desert eagle
I got sh*t that spit over 300 rounds
Can tell by the scar on my neck
I spar with the best
Joey Bombay ay hit hard with the left
Sharp with the right I don't know why I bother
Yall not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is like
And he can get it too
But I let him die slow death I probably just collecting his food
I'm deaden ya crew
To tell ya the truth we not stopping
I'm like I'll lease from b street man I keep popping
The streets knocking my sh*t the ds watching my shift
We can do this however east lock or the fifth
I leave you chumps to frame right where you standing
Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom
It's the t e r r o r squad ni**a get it right
It's the ni**a Joe the don
And the kid flow hard ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy he got classic sh*t
It's the t e r r o r squad ni**a get it right
It's the ni**a Joe the don
And the kid flow hard ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy he got classic sh*t
It's the killa kid from the Bronx
Holding down to the death
You can hear the squad coming
By the sound of the techs
A hundred rounds in a sec
Leave you on front page
You would think I was down with the roc
The way I just blazed
I puff haze to keep my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see shyne released
This hip hop sh*t is unjust who you gon trust
When most of these record label execs is dumb *****
I keep a gun tuck under my belly
Only ni**a on the island making calls from the celly
We watching belly on the DV 60 inch TV
Flat sh*t attach to the back of the cp
This game needs me I'm like gotten once I'm gone
All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women runs a game for the pudding
It's all the same still running trains with my hood men
A bunch of good men but don't get it confused
We like diner in heat ni**a nothing to loose
I know you seen the shootout scene
Don't make us reenact cuz I rather be laid up in with a featured actress
It's the t e r r o r squad ni**a get it right
It's the ni**a Joe the don
And the kid flow hard ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy he got classic sh*t
It's the t e r r o r squad ni**a get it right
It's the ni**a Joe the don
And the kid flow hard ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy he got classic sh*t
Yea hell yea uh brought to you
By the realest motherf**kers in this game
The infamous terror squad yea real niggas real dons
Real gas haha come on woo uh
Ton Montana rest in peace forever never forget big pun