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Fat Joe - Prove Something lyrics
East New York!! oh god!! Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down to the death It's nothin realer than this you heard, uh what huh [Verse 1] Its like I'm always out to prove somethin Everytime I stop on the block I set up shop and try to move somethin And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds Fuck a desert eagle I got shit that spit over 300 rounds Can tell by the scar on my neck I spar with the best Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the left Sharp with the right, I dont know why I bother Y'all 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 collectin his food I'm deadin ya crew To tell ya the truth we not stoppin I'm like lil' lease from b-street man I keep poppin The streets knockin my shit, the d's watchin my shift We can do this however, east glock or the fifth I leave you chumps to frame, right where you standin Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom [chorus x2] Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right Its the nigga joe the don And the kid flow hard, ask the clique Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit [Verse 2] Its the killa kid from the bronx Holdin down to the death You can hear the squad comin 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 shit is unjust, who you gon' trust When most of these record label execs |
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