Текст песни Fat Joe - Prove Something, слова песни Fat Joe

Текст песни Fat Joe - Prove Something

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East New York!! oh god!!Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gullyYeah, big business, Joe Crack the donTerror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down to the deathIt`s nothin realer than this you heard, uh what huh[Verse 1]Its like I`m always out to prove somethinEverytime I stop on the blockI set up shop and try to move somethinAnd I`m talkin about kilo`s and poundsFuck a desert eagleI got shit that spit over 300 roundsCan tell by the scar on my neckI spar with the bestJoey boombay-ay, hit hard with the leftSharp with the right, I dont know why I botherY`all not retardedMan ya know what the squadron is likeAnd he can get it tooBut I let him die slow death I probably just collectin his foodI`m deadin ya crewTo tell ya the truth we not stoppinI`m like lil` lease from b-street man I keep poppinThe streets knockin my shit, the d`s watchin my shiftWe can do this however, east glock or the fifthI leave you chumps to frame, right where you standinDaughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom[chorus x2]Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it rightIts the nigga joe the donAnd the kid flow hard, ask the cliqueNiggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit[Verse 2]Its the killa kid from the bronxHoldin down to the deathYou can hear the squad cominBy the sound of the techsA hundred rounds in a secLeave you on front pageYou would think I was down with the ROCThe way I just blazedI puff haze to keep my mind at easeCan`t wait for the day to see shyne releasedThis hip hop shit is unjust, who you gon` trustWhen most of these record label execs is dumb fucksI keep a gun tuck under my bellyOnly nigga on the island makin calls from the cellyWe watchin belly on the DV, 60 inch TVFlat shit attatch to the back of the CPThis game need me, I`m like gotti once I`m goneAll you gonna have left is a bunch of fake donsChampagne with the women, run a game for the puddinIts all the same, still runnin trains with my hoodmenA bunch of goodmen, but dont get it confusedWe like dinero in heat nigga, nothin to looseI know you seen the shoot out sceneDont make us reneact, cuz I rather be layed up in ?? with a featured actress[chorus x2]Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it rightIts the nigga joe the donAnd the kid flow hard, ask the cliqueNiggas be like you crazy, he got classic shitYea, hell yea, uh brought to you by the realest motherfuckers in this gameThe infamous terror squad, yea, real niggas, real donsReal G`s haha, come on, woo uhTon` Montana rest in peace forever, never forget.. Big Pun!

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Prove Something

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