(feat. Prospect, Remi Martin)    Uh! Bringin It Back To The BX!  Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect  Holdin the BX down  Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud    [Verse 1-Fat Joe]  Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em  98% of these rapper's is all actor's  Stay frontin, like you wild and'll spray somethin  Come to find out, you ain't never slanged nothin  Think it's the game, gon lose the sport  I seen dude's get bruised through fort  Then choose the court, a new's report  They just pursed the court  If you even think of bustin, they ass'll sooth your thoughts  A damn shame, I'm from the streets where it's fair game  Nigga's will ift you off your feet wit the Can-yan  Three in the chest and one in the part  For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms  Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm's  For these track's, I'ma fiend like a soldier in 'Nam  Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya Lugz  Fuck love, here we believe in nothin but slugs    [Chrous-Prospect&Fat Joe]    [Prospect]  Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....  [Fat Joe]  Be like, he's alright, but he's not real  [Prospect]  Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....  [Fat Joe]  Be like, he's alright, but he's not real  [Prospect]  Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill  [Fat Joe]  Be like, he's alright, but he's not real  [Prospect]  So if the feds after indictment's, we know he gon squeal....  [Fat Joe]  Be like, he's alright, but he's not real    [Verse 2-Prospect]  Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks  Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back  I'll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erased  Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase  I'm givin him terror, for the new millenium era  Automatic Semi's wit the fully clip and the leather  Poppin champagne like we celebrating whatever  Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather  Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowd  Even got the god in the cloud, observing this style  He love the way I do this, leavin nigga's clueless  It's Prospect, it's off wit ya head, you should've knew this  My twin??, cock and squeeze, we stoppin G's  You better follow up, these nigga's can't rock wit these  Straight up, I speak life threw the mic though  Sprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa!    [Chrous-Prospect,Fat Joe&Remi Martin]    [Prospect]  Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill....  [Fat Joe]  Be like, he's alright, but he's not real  [Prospect]  Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel...  [Fat Joe]  Be like, he's alright, but he's not real  [Prospect]  Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill  [Fat Joe]  He's alright, but he's not real  [Prospect]  So if the feds after indictment, you know he gon sqeaul....  [Remi Martin]  Be like, she's alright, but she's not real    [Verse 3-Fat Joe]  Yo, ayo I'm lookin for the perfect mami to ride wit me  Only wear she like to rock is 560  Swear to her mom's if it's on, she'll die wit me  Puff blunts, like to get high just like Whitney  Thug type, "Set It Off", like Jada  And this chick go both ways, don't hate her  Back in the block, they use to try to play her  Till the Don out her to the qualities much greater  Net Worth, put the tool in the skirt  Which you fools know about gettin head in reverse  About, clockin grips, and coppin whips  You muthafucker's stay frontin, stop poppin shit  Let's not forget, who be gettin robbed wit the choker  Man, I'm still rockin my same chains from "Flow Joe"  And you know Joe stay wit tha mack  You hatin the fact, you can't do nathan to crack  YA HEARD!!!    [Chorus Till Fade]    [Intro to Prodigy's "Keep It Thoro"]    "Oh y'all nigga's killa's now?"