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Bring 'Em Back (Explicit)

Terror Squad
2004-07-153:48 minSynced lyrics

"Bring 'Em Back (Explicit)" is a song by Terror Squad, released in 2004 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:48 long and contains 96 lines and 861 words.

Lyrics

0:03Yeah
0:04This is classic s**t right here vintage s**t
0:08Go get ya tape decks ready
0:09You know I had to bring 'em back
0:15Terror era's the squad man
0:18Yeah uh yo uh yo
0:22Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big buddah
0:25Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
0:27That means bring it back NY king of that
0:30The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that
0:33The 4th comin' don't look now there's more comin'
0:35And we all stunners with lil' money but still hungry
0:38True story once threw a n***a from a two storey
0:40Asked for my paper said There's nothin' he can do for me
0:43That's like takin' a steak out of a lion's mouth
0:45Better yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth
0:48That'll never happen over my dead body
0:51Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti
0:53I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
0:56A n***a try front on his body he gettin' sent back
0:59Don't resent crack I'm just what you wanna be
1:01Young rich and famous b***hes can't get enough of me
1:04And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
1:06But not just everyday but you could never be too used to them
1:09I be abusin' them squeezin' fresh oranges
1:12Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then it's on again
1:14I just had to bring 'em back
1:16Word you definitely know what I'm about
1:17You know I had to bring 'em back yo
1:19All my friends call me stout
1:20I just had to bring 'em back
1:21Flamboyant baby
1:22You know I had to bring 'em back yo
1:24When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
1:26I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a f**k about five O
1:30A hard core life I toast to ex-flaw
1:32Therefore I live raw and went to war with the law
1:34My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
1:38Get swellin' hops from sellin' tops to da d**gs spot
1:40G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks
1:42And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glock
1:46S**t was ran right by me and my man Mike
1:48'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
1:51'Cause we put the guns down and go one round
1:53With the hands but man I ain't the one you'll get done clown
1:56I can inverse my style 'cause I'm versitile
1:58Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
2:01I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
2:04I wet up the set in a second yell who's next
2:06To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like shaft
2:09Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
2:11You'll get smashed like a deli snack you softer than jelly Jack
2:14I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat
2:17I just had to bring 'em back
2:18All my friends call me stout
2:20You know I had to bring 'em back yo
2:21Flamboyant baby
2:22I just had to bring 'em back
2:25You know I had to bring 'em back yo
2:27No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all
2:29Shorties with dreams of playin' ball
2:31For Seaton hall turnin' fiends a full
2:33From me the word to Sacuon the same sad song
2:35Is bein' sung its like gimme a gun and I'm back on
2:38Joey crack Pun TS Bronx regulators
2:40Stomp little n***az to death for tryin' to imitate us
2:43Y'all could never see us be us TS kill the BS
2:45'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than ideas
2:48Un be us I'm from the BX so I have to roll
2:51Blastin' for crash ya door smash ya h*e
2:53Hack off ya skull I'm stackin heads like totem poles
2:56Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Forden Road
2:58Blow for blow I toe to toe with the toughest
3:01Bring the ruckus to the roughest motherf**ker
3:03It's nothin' but illustrous
3:04My crews are cussin' to bustin' a*s crushin' glass
3:06In n***az faces leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath
3:09I want the cash off the jiddump I cock and blast the piddump
3:12At any piddunk tryin' to laugh at the briddonx
3:14You ain't no kiddon for the terror squadron
3:16You feel the fear of God when I steal a car
3:18And flatten ya Pierre Cardin
3:20I peirce ya noggin' if you startin' trouble
3:21Spark the dot above you
3:22And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
3:25No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle extended rycle
3:28Cycle that'll tear the whole Bible out
3:30I'm sweatin' no idols a title's all I request
3:32Best rappers know that pun and Y the chaperones of death
3:36I just had to bring 'em back
3:42Word you definitely know what I'm about
3:43You know I had to bring 'em back yo
3:45All my friends call me stout
3:46I just had to bring 'em back
3:47Flamboyant baby
3:48You know I had to bring 'em back yo
Yeah
This is classic s**t right here vintage s**t
Go get ya tape decks ready
You know I had to bring 'em back
Terror era's the squad man
Yeah uh yo uh yo
Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back NY king of that
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that
The 4th comin' don't look now there's more comin'
And we all stunners with lil' money but still hungry
True story once threw a n***a from a two storey
Asked for my paper said There's nothin' he can do for me
That's like takin' a steak out of a lion's mouth
Better yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth
That'll never happen over my dead body
Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti
I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
A n***a try front on his body he gettin' sent back
Don't resent crack I'm just what you wanna be
Young rich and famous b***hes can't get enough of me
And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just everyday but you could never be too used to them
I be abusin' them squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then it's on again
I just had to bring 'em back
Word you definitely know what I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
All my friends call me stout
I just had to bring 'em back
Flamboyant baby
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a f**k about five O
A hard core life I toast to ex-flaw
Therefore I live raw and went to war with the law
My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
Get swellin' hops from sellin' tops to da d**gs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks
And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glock
S**t was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
'Cause we put the guns down and go one round
With the hands but man I ain't the one you'll get done clown
I can inverse my style 'cause I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's next
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like shaft
Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack you softer than jelly Jack
I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat
I just had to bring 'em back
All my friends call me stout
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
Flamboyant baby
I just had to bring 'em back
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all
Shorties with dreams of playin' ball
For Seaton hall turnin' fiends a full
From me the word to Sacuon the same sad song
Is bein' sung its like gimme a gun and I'm back on
Joey crack Pun TS Bronx regulators
Stomp little n***az to death for tryin' to imitate us
Y'all could never see us be us TS kill the BS
'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than ideas
Un be us I'm from the BX so I have to roll
Blastin' for crash ya door smash ya h*e
Hack off ya skull I'm stackin heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Forden Road
Blow for blow I toe to toe with the toughest
Bring the ruckus to the roughest motherf**ker
It's nothin' but illustrous
My crews are cussin' to bustin' a*s crushin' glass
In n***az faces leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the jiddump I cock and blast the piddump
At any piddunk tryin' to laugh at the briddonx
You ain't no kiddon for the terror squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal a car
And flatten ya Pierre Cardin
I peirce ya noggin' if you startin' trouble
Spark the dot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle extended rycle
Cycle that'll tear the whole Bible out
I'm sweatin' no idols a title's all I request
Best rappers know that pun and Y the chaperones of death
I just had to bring 'em back
Word you definitely know what I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
All my friends call me stout
I just had to bring 'em back
Flamboyant baby
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

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