Bring It On (feat. Fat Joe)

Yeah yeah, what? Uh

Terror Squad, uh

From the streets to the jail cell

I mean, my **** is facing death penalties and all that

Charlie Rock L D

Yea yea, this go out to you my ****

Yo, yo

Ain't no solution for this

Since day one, I been true to this shit

Often **** try to shoot but they miss

I've been proven to hit so you know it's really real

I went from chilling on the hills to signing deals worth fifty mil'

Self-made millionaire status

We all getting money but it's funny how mine makes **** maddest

Come at us if you ready for war

Whoever you are, leave you dead in your hall leaking red on the floor

I'm better than y'all

**** need to face the facts

Since the days of crack, I've been blazing gats trying to raise my stats

And I ain't tracing back you could find me at a racing track

Laced in black betting on a horse called Amazing Jack

Joey Crack's the illest fully backed by killers

Hopping outta 18 wheelers like mad gorillas

**** need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned

'Cause if you didn't know by now you all gon' learn (Yah)

I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know

There's something when you keep fronting?

Don't want no people wanting to play my game

And if you really want the problems **** 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 fronting?

Don't want no people wanting to play my game

And if you really want the problems **** say my name (Yah)

Bring it on, come on

I blast it down the Pun

Now all I do is lounge in the sun

Look what I done from the slums to sporting five thousand and ones

You see the ice glitter only walk with them nice ****

Sheist **** that quit it for doing life, ****

You out of touch we came through in the clutch

Fifty fifth ain't no what to do when I came through with ya

The Don Polly, you could find me in Flex's Denali

In times probably even marching at a Sharpton rally

I often carry that's the price of fame

Got precise the fame snipe you with the rifle and I light your brain

It ain't a game, it's real **** with real guns

They still run corner blocks, they pump box by the million

Before the children that's confusing life

The brutal type that'll pull out the Uz' and make you lose your life

The noose is tight I got 'em hanging by the neck

Man you tangling with vets when you banging with TS

What the fuck?

I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know

There's something when you keep fronting?

Don't want no people wanting to play my game

And if you really want the problems **** 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 fronting?

Don't want no people wanting to play my game

And if you really want the problems **** say my name

Bring it on, come on