Fat Joe - Prove Something lyrics

East New York!! oh god!! Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down to the d**h It's nothin realer than this you heard, uh what huh [Verse 1] Its like I'm always out to prove somethin Everytime I stop on the block I set up shop and try to move somethin And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds f** a desert eagle I got sh** that spit over 300 rounds Can tell by the scar on my neck I spar with the best Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the left Sharp with the right, I dont know why I bother Y'all not retarded Man ya know what the squadron is like And he can get it too But I let him die slow d**h I probably just collectin his food I'm deadin ya crew To tell ya the truth we not stoppin I'm like lil' lease from b-street man I keep poppin The streets knockin my sh**, the d's watchin my shift We can do this however, east glock or the fifth I leave you chumps to frame, right where you standin Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom [chorus x2] Its the T E R R O R squad, n***a get it right Its the n***a joe the don And the kid flow hard, ask the clique n***as be like you crazy, he got cla**ic sh** [Verse 2] Its the k**a kid from the bronx Holdin down to the d**h You can hear the squad comin By the sound of the techs A hundred rounds in a sec Leave you on front page You would think I was down with the ROC The way I just blazed I puff haze to keep my mind at ease Can't wait for the day to see shyne released This hip hop sh** is unjust, who you gon' trust When most of these record label execs is dumb f**s I keep a gun tuck under my belly Only n***a on the island makin calls from the celly We watchin belly on the DV, 60 inch TV Flat sh** attatch to the back of the CP This game need me, I'm like gotti once I'm gone All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin Its all the same, still runnin trains with my hoodmen A bunch of goodmen, but dont get it confused We like dinero in heat n***a, nothin to loose I know you seen the shoot out scene Dont make us reneact, cuz I rather be layed up in ?? with a featured actress [chorus x2] Its the T E R R O R squad, n***a get it right Its the n***a joe the don And the kid flow hard, ask the clique n***as be like you crazy, he got cla**ic sh** Yea, hell yea, uh brought to you by the realest motherf**ers in this game The infamous terror squad, yea, real n***as, real dons Real G's haha, come on, woo uh Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, never forget.. Big Pun!