[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah, Terror Squad muthaf**ers
Dope House, that n***a Joey Crack. You heard?
Uh, no doubt, yeah, uh, yo.
[Fat Joe:]
What up Houston? Same sh** new place
It's about time y'all n***as featured on a Screw tape
Fat Joe & SPM, the best be 'em
Any set tryin' to test, gone rest within'
Man, You f**in' with Mexican's & pure bordos
Down a** n***as that'll blow you with the sawed off
You know you see the photos in the Lowrider mags
I'm blowin' like a dragon, in a loc'd out wagon
Car just saggin' & we sh**in' on fools
Chica's go crazy when they see my 22's
Forget them other dudes, man they numbers is up
Terror Squad, Dope House. Who's f**in' with us?
I guess it's the feddy, I done got 'em all scared of us
More ridaz, more guns you ain't prepared for us
There's no comparin' us, we real & you fake
Like goin' in too deep, you can't chew straight.
[Fat Joe:]
The South Bronx.
The South South Bronx.
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park.
The South South Park.
[Fat Joe:]
The South Bronx.
The South South Bronx.
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park.
The South South Park.
[South Park Mexican:]
Up jump the boogie, to the boogie down Bronx
Anyone against us catchin' hot rocks
You f**ing cots know who shot up the parkin' lot
SP got more red dots than chicken pox
2 hittin' glocks at my door panels
Puttin' holes in your flannels. Now how do you like them apples?
Everyday I'm in khakis & a life beater
& everyday I pour a 4 in a 2 liter
f** some brew n***a, I'm a stay a true sipper
My b**h trippin' 'cause my shirt stay full of glitter
I'm the last of the litter, the f**in' runt
& this weed in my blunt, ain't no f**in' pump.
So what? I'm here 'til I go
Collabo with Fat Joe, just to let you rats know
This is family on Happy P's jammin' beats
You hoes ain't ballin' take those 20's off that Camry.
[Fat Joe:]
The South Bronx.
The South South Bronx.
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park.
The South South Park.
[Fat Joe:]
The South Bronx.
The South South Bronx.
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park.
The South South Park.
[South Park Mexican:]
You muthaf**ers got no idea what I've been through
I'm in the club packin' my grandmother's jinsu
Smokin' tough, my j**elry is broken cuffs
Loadin' slugs, somebody give Los a hug
Don't discuss much if it ain't 'about paper
I built the 9 bedroom on a solid acre
I'm murderin'
f** it I'll k** her & him
Hit the curb & f** off a perfect rim
I buy it cook it & serve it
My weed is lime green just like the Kermit
Note the churchin' & the world could ever clean my scrill
I raid my own Dope House & say it's just a drill
I'm on glash on my a** like a peaco*k
While you fake n***as changin' like the weed spot
& my team got boriquas & Mexican's
We smith & wessin'n, f** that fightin' & wrestlin'.
[Fat Joe:]
The South Bronx.
The South South Bronx.
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park.
The South South Park.
[Fat Joe:]
The South Bronx.
The South South Bronx.
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park.
The South South Park.