(Fat Joe)

Yeah, Yeah (Mmm)

This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm)

Italiano (what) Ya know da deli

Aha, Aha Dirtman

Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo



(Dirtman)

I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit

You never seen it before its all Ligitement

Italiano bust holes to your guitano

I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano

Rapid Marziano I hit your arms till they drop

Palms to your chops left hook put your palms in the block

Jingo pop then don't stop till the game is one

And I'll stop till your frame is numb

Comical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on shit

While I'll tell you straight up we on some money shit

A problem with that you see my hand in the place

But fuck Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in your face

We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field

Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it real

Test if you will feeling the meaning of real

The meaning of steel you little bitch

Ay you screaming for real



Chorus (Repeat 2x)

All my real live niggas say:

That's my shit

All my thugs mothafuckers say:

That's my shit

And if you all about the ruckus say:

That's my shit



(Triple Seis)

Triple Seis the killer like turn your fact

Bringing it back the way B-X put it on the map

Its like that running up in your shots while they got

While the exact take it back lay with the map

Joey Crack get busy with the shottie

Hit em niggas with the busy for being in a busy body

They talk too much Seis comes true in the clutch

Move with the rush and I hold who you can trust

That are bless anytime hit you for any son

Go fifth to fist in the mist they'll kick plenty rhyme

Give me mi