Yeah   This is classic shit right here, vintage shit   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 nigga 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 nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent back   Don't resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be   Young, rich and famous bitches 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 fuck 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 drugs 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   Shit 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   [Incomprehensible]   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 niggaz 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 hoe   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 motherfucker   It's nothin' but illustrous   My crews are cussin' to bustin' ass crushin' glass   In niggaz 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