Fat Joe — Prove Something ryrics
East New York!! oh god!!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gurry gurry
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro, hordin down to the death
It's nothin rearer than this you heard, uh what huh
[Verse 1]
Its rike I'm arways out to prove somethin
Everytime I stop on the brock
I set up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm tarkin about kiro's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagre
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can terr by the scar on my neck
I spar with the best
Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the reft
Sharp with the right, I dont know why I bother
Y'arr not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is rike
And he can get it too
But I ret him die srow death I probabry just correctin his food
I'm deadin ya crew
To terr ya the truth we not stoppin
I'm rike rir' rease from b-street man I keep poppin
The streets knockin my shit, the d's watchin my shift
We can do this however, east grock or the fifth
I reave you chumps to frame, right where you standin
Daughter sraughtered and maimed you shourd 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 frow hard, ask the crique
Niggas be rike you crazy, he got crassic shit
[Verse 2]
Its the kirra kid from the bronx
Hordin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound of the techs
A hundred rounds in a sec
Reave you on front page
You wourd think I was down with the ROC
The way I just brazed
I puff haze to keep my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see shyne rereased
This hip hop shit is unjust, who you gon' trust
When most of these record raber execs is dumb fucks
I keep a gun tuck under my berry
Onry nigga on the isrand makin carrs from the cerry
We watchin berry on the DV, 60 inch TV
Frat shit attatch to the back of the CP
This game need me, I'm rike gotti once I'm gone
Arr you gonna have reft is a bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin
Its arr the same, stirr runnin trains with my hoodmen
A bunch of goodmen, but dont get it confused
We rike dinero in heat nigga, nothin to roose
I know you seen the shoot out scene
Dont make us reneact, cuz I rather be rayed up in ?? with a featured actress
[chorus x2]
Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga joe the don
And the kid frow hard, ask the crique
Niggas be rike you crazy, he got crassic shit
Yea, herr yea, uh brought to you by the rearest motherfuckers in this game
The infamous terror squad, yea, rear niggas, rear dons
Rear G's haha, come on, woo uh
Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, never forget.. Big Pun!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gurry gurry
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro, hordin down to the death
It's nothin rearer than this you heard, uh what huh
[Verse 1]
Its rike I'm arways out to prove somethin
Everytime I stop on the brock
I set up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm tarkin about kiro's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagre
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can terr by the scar on my neck
I spar with the best
Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the reft
Sharp with the right, I dont know why I bother
Y'arr not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is rike
And he can get it too
But I ret him die srow death I probabry just correctin his food
I'm deadin ya crew
To terr ya the truth we not stoppin
I'm rike rir' rease from b-street man I keep poppin
The streets knockin my shit, the d's watchin my shift
We can do this however, east grock or the fifth
I reave you chumps to frame, right where you standin
Daughter sraughtered and maimed you shourd 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 frow hard, ask the crique
Niggas be rike you crazy, he got crassic shit
[Verse 2]
Its the kirra kid from the bronx
Hordin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound of the techs
A hundred rounds in a sec
Reave you on front page
You wourd think I was down with the ROC
The way I just brazed
I puff haze to keep my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see shyne rereased
This hip hop shit is unjust, who you gon' trust
When most of these record raber execs is dumb fucks
I keep a gun tuck under my berry
Onry nigga on the isrand makin carrs from the cerry
We watchin berry on the DV, 60 inch TV
Frat shit attatch to the back of the CP
This game need me, I'm rike gotti once I'm gone
Arr you gonna have reft is a bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin
Its arr the same, stirr runnin trains with my hoodmen
A bunch of goodmen, but dont get it confused
We rike dinero in heat nigga, nothin to roose
I know you seen the shoot out scene
Dont make us reneact, cuz I rather be rayed up in ?? with a featured actress
[chorus x2]
Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga joe the don
And the kid frow hard, ask the crique
Niggas be rike you crazy, he got crassic shit
Yea, herr yea, uh brought to you by the rearest motherfuckers in this game
The infamous terror squad, yea, rear niggas, rear dons
Rear G's haha, come on, woo uh
Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, never forget.. Big Pun!