Ch, ch, ch, ch, yeah   Terror Squad, First Family   Ahh!   (Yeah!)   You see them diamonds glisterin' off that three quarterla   That them there polyester   (Uh, nigga)   Ya heard me?   (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?)   (Terror Squad, First Family)   Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!   Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!      Yeah, yeah uh   Yo it's that motherfuckin' Bronx nigga Don shit   Run up in yo' mom's crib   Ship stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the palm shit   Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contract   Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the concrete   I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap then stomp   Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets?      I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for Dolo   Blow holes in ya car seat and roll over ya Rover   Fuck this role model shit, I'm finna blow out ya wig   Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib   It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened   Reborn like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic   Blastin' off ya doors with an awful passion   Forcin' the walls to crash in      You see them kids, I'll make 'em all bastards   Joey Crack keep it gully, known to clap keep a fully   Automatic mack whodie on my lap doin' thirty   Drivin' through the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me dirty   Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast until them pearlies   We the realest niggaz ever touch the mic   (Blah)   And we love to fight   (Blah)   You heard my niggaz give up the fuckin' knife!   (Ante up)      We gonna   Break   (Break)   Mash   (Mash)   Brawl   (Brawl)   Clash   (Clash)   Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Show me where you at   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Open up his back      We gonna   Break   (Break)   Mash   (Mash)   Brawl   (Brawl)   Clash   (Clash)   Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Show me where you at   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Open up his back      Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb   Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe Young   (Face down)   Know we real, got this motherfucker   Crackin' and buzzin' with my Latin cousin Joey Grills   (We international)   151 proof   Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof   For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin' 'bout drama   With that nasty ass Coogi suit, lookin' like pyjamas      (Somebody gon' get hurt today)   So be it   We the first fam, you see it   (First family)   Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy 'fore ya get whacked in   Calm down, Get back!   (Calm down)      For you niggaz that wanna trap me I make families unhappy   I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi   (E'rybody know)   Everybody wanna clap me   Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey   So get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic   I spit with intentions to rip      Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch   Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz faces   Push his hat back seven paces, leave him standin' still   Cobra ass nigga you beg me to kill   (Huh, yeah)   When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill   (Chill)   (Y'all remember Bill?)   Y'all remember the motherfuckin' deal   You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?      We gonna   Break   (Break)   Mash   (Mash)   Brawl   (Brawl)   Clash   (Clash)   Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Show me where you at   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Open up his back      We gonna   Break   (Break)   Mash   (Mash)   Brawl   (Brawl)   Clash   (Clash)   Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Show me where you at   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Open up his back      Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all ain't seen nothin' yet   Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was right there   Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine   Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine   Wish a motherfucker would look and he shall find   Ten million ways to die!   I'm the thickest of the fire   Ain't too many niggaz round with the rumble   With the rawest in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!      Bitch I break 'em down with Terror Squad now   (Down)   Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down, get up, get out   Hottest thang they got in the south   (Petey Pablo)   If ya don't know now ya know   Holla at 'em Joe!      Fight club! Fight club!   Fight club! Fight club!   Fight club! Fight club!   Holla at 'em Joe!      We gonna   Break   (Break)   Mash   (Mash)   Brawl   (Brawl)   Clash   (Clash)   Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Show me where you at   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Open up his back      We gonna   Break   (Break)   Mash   (Mash)   Brawl   (Brawl)   Clash   (Clash)   Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Show me where you at   (Get yo' ass up nigga)   Open up his back      Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?   First Family, Terror Squad