paroles de chanson Bring It On (feat. Fat Joe) - Fat Joe , Terror Squad
Yeah
yeah,
what,
Terror
Squad
From
the
streets
to
the
jail
cell
I
mean,
my
niggaz
is
facin'
death
penalties
and
all
that
Charlie
Rock
el
D
Yeah,
yeah,
this
go
out
to
you
my
nigga,
yo,
yo
Ain't
no
solution
for
this
Since
day
one
I
been
true
to
this
shit
Often
niggaz
try
to
shoot
but
they
miss
I
been
provin'
to
hit
so
you
know
it's
really
real
I
went
from
chillin'
on
the
hills
to
signin'
deals
worth
fitty
mil
Self
made
millionaire
status
We
all
gettin'
money
but
it's
funny
how
mine
makes
niggaz
maddest
Come
at
us
if
you
ready
for
war
Whoever
you
are
Leave
you
dead
in
your
hall
leakin'
red
on
the
floor
Better
than
y'all
Niggaz
need
to
face
the
facts
Since
the
days
of
crack
I
been
blazin'
gats,
tryin'
to
raise
my
stats
Tracin'
back,
you
could
find
me
at
a
racin'
track
Laced
in
black,
bettin'
on
a
horse
called
Amazin'
Jack
Joey
Crack's
the
illest,
fully
backed
my
killaz
Hoppin'
outta
18
wheelas,
like
mad
gorillas
Niggaz
need
to
calm
they
nerves
when
I'm
concerned
'Cause
if
you
didn't
know
by
now,
you
all
gone
learn
I
ain't
know
you
really
want
it
How
am
I
supposed
to
know
there's
something
when
you
keep
frontin'
Don't
want
no
people
wantin'
to
play
my
game
And
if
you
really
want
the
problems
nigga
say
my
name
Bring
it
on,
come
on
I
ain't
know
you
really
want
it
How
am
I
supposed
to
know
there's
something
when
you
keep
frontin'
Don't
want
no
people
wantin'
to
play
my
game
And
if
you
really
want
the
problems
nigga
say
my
name
Bring
it
on,
come
on
I
puts
it
down
with
Pun
Now
all
I
do
is
lounge
in
the
sun
Look
what
I
done
from
the
slums,
to
sportin'
5 thousand
and
ones
See
the
ice
glitter,
I
only
walk
with
them
nice
niggaz
Sheist
niggaz
that
quit
it
for
doin'
life
niggaz
You
had
a
judge,
we
came
through
in
the
clutch
Fifty
fifth
ain't
no
what
to
do
when
I
came
through
wit'cha
The
Don
Polly,
you
could
find
me
as
fresh
as
Denali
In
times
probably
even
marching
at
a
Shaufton
rally
I
often
carry
that's
the
price
of
fame
Got
precise
the
fame
snipe
you
with
the
rifle
and
unlight
your
brain
It
ain't
a
game,
it's
real
niggaz
with
real
guns
That
still
run,
caught
a
box
and
pump
ox
by
the
millions
Before
the
children
that's
confusin'
life
The
voodoo
type
that'll
pull
out
the
Uzi
and
make
you
lose
your
life
The
news
is
tight,
I
got
'em
hangin'
by
the
neck
Man
you
tanglin'
with
vets
when
you
bangin'
with
TS
(What,
what
the
fuck)
I
ain't
know
you
really
want
it
How
am
I
supposed
to
know
there's
something
when
you
keep
frontin'
Don't
want
no
people
wantin'
to
play
my
game
And
if
you
really
want
the
problems
nigga
say
my
name
Bring
it
on,
come
on
I
ain't
know
you
really
want
it
How
am
I
supposed
to
know
there's
something
when
you
keep
frontin'
Don't
want
no
people
wantin'
to
play
my
game
And
if
you
really
want
the
problems
nigga
say
my
name
Bring
it
on,
come
on
1 In For Life (feat. Big Pun, Triple Seis, Prospect, & Cuban Link)
2 Pass the Glock
3 Watcha Gon Do? (feat. Big Pun)
4 Triple Threat (feat. Armageaddon, Big Pun, & Cuban Link)
5 War (feat. Triple Seis)
6 Bring It On (feat. Fat Joe)
7 As The World Turns (feat. Cuban Link, Prospect, Triple Seis, & Tony Sunshine)
8 Feelin' This (feat. Armageaddon, Prospect & Big Pun)
9 All Around The World (feat. Cuban Link)
10 Rudeboy Salute (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe & Buju Banton)
11 My Kinda Girls (feat. Tony Sunshine & Cuban Link)
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