[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah (Mmm)
This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brothers Collabo (Mmmm)
Italiano, what, Ya know da deal-y
Aha, aha, Dirtman
Ayo, ayo, ayo
[Verse 1: Dirtman]
I spit that killer shit, white gorilla shit, nobody ill as shit
You never seen it before, it's all illegitimate
Italiano, bust holes to your guitano
I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano
Rapid Marziano, I hit your arms 'til they drop
Palms to your chops, left hook, put your palms in the block
Jingo pop then don't stop till the game is one
And I don't stop till your frame is numb
Comical rappers on some funny shit, pop grungy shit
While I'll tell you straight up, we on some money shit
A problem with that, you see my hand in the place
But fuck battling, I'm trying to punch you dead in your face
We bless with the deal 'cause we're the best in the field
Bleach Brothers, true white trash, you can wrestle it real
Test if you will, feel the meaning of real, the meaning of steel
You little bitch, I'll you screaming for real
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
All my real live niggas say that's my shit
All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit
And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit
Yo, that's my shit
All my real live niggas say that's my shit
All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit
And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit
Yo, that's my shit
[Verse 2: Triple Seis]
Triple Seis, the killer like turn your fact
Bringing it back, the way BX put it on the map
It's like that, run up in your shine with the gat
Write an exact, take it back, lay with the MAC
Joey Crack, get busy with the shotty
Hit them niggas with the Glizzy for being in a busy body
They talk too much, Seis comes true in the clutch
Move with the rush, got a whole crew you can trust
That'll bust anytime, hit you for any shine
Go fifth to fist in the mist, they'll kick plenty rhyme
Give me mine and you can have the rest or
Feel afraid of death and the pain as I rain with the TEC
My connect sending budda flavor straight to Te-bek
Like Cudda soft and wet that I'd acquired at the set
Triple Seis on fire, I'm as hot as it gets
Spark the lye up, TS about to light up the set
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
All my real live niggas say that's my shit
All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit
And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit
Yo, that's my shit
All my real live niggas say that's my shit
All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit
And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit
Yo, that's my shit
[Verse 3: Reka]
Now we back in the door hearing at you asking for more
You asked for the raw, Bleach Brothers spit it and we poor
Goof on the bottom floor back now, walk in the brits?
Back to the bullshit, fuck with those cats I'm cool with
Act a fool with, actually nothing to fool with
Went to school with, quite tight now, a true clique
You get your jewels fixed back, come over here
Hitting your back pockets get swiss back
How can a mack get his shit back?
You want to click-clack your person, you can get that
You get your shit clapped up, Thugly Fishers when I spit that
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
All my real live niggas say that's my shit
All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit
And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit
Yo, that's my shit
All my real live niggas say that's my shit
All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit
And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit
Yo, that's my shit
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