Prove Something Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

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 death 

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 

Fuck a desert eagle 

I got shit 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 death 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 shit, 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 

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[chorus x2] 

Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right 

Its the nigga joe the don 

And the kid flow hard, ask the clique 

Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit 

[Verse 2] 

Its the killa kid from the bronx 

Holdin down to the death 

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 shit is unjust, who you gon' trust 

When most of these record label execs is dumb fucks 

I keep a gun tuck under my belly 

Only nigga on the island makin calls from the celly 

We watchin belly on the DV, 60 inch TV 

Flat shit 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 nigga, 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 

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[chorus x2] 

Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right 

Its the nigga joe the don 

And the kid flow hard, ask the clique 

Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit 

Yea, hell yea, uh brought to you by the realest motherfuckers in this game 

The infamous terror squad, yea, real niggas, real dons 

Real G's haha, come on, woo uh 

Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, never forget. Big Pun!