Bring 'em Back Lyrics - Big L

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