Bring It On Lyrics - Singles - Terror Squad

Yeah yeah, what, Terror Squad 

From the streets to the jail cell 

I mean, my niggaz is facin' death penalties and all that 

Charlie Rock el D 

Yeah, yeah, this go out to you my nigga, yo, yo 

Ain't no solution for this 

Since day one I been true to this shit 

Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss 

I been provin' to hit so you know it's really real 

I went from chillin' on the hills to signin' deals worth fitty mil 

Self made millionaire status 

We all gettin' money but it's funny how mine makes niggaz maddest 

Come at us if you ready for war 

Whoever you are 

Leave you dead in your hall leakin' red on the floor 

Better than y'all 

Niggaz need to face the facts 

Since the days of crack I been blazin' gats, tryin' to raise my stats 

Tracin' back, you could find me at a racin' track 

Laced in black, bettin' on a horse called Amazin' Jack 

Joey Crack's the illest, fully backed my killaz 

Hoppin' outta 18 wheelas, like mad gorillas 

Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned 

'Cause if you didn't know by now, you all gone learn 

I ain't know you really want it 

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin' 

Don't want no people wantin' to play my game 

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name 

Bring it on, come on 

I ain't know you really want it 

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin' 

Don't want no people wantin' to play my game 

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name 

Bring it on, come on 

I puts it down with Pun 

Now all I do is lounge in the sun 

Look what I done from the slums, to sportin' 5 thousand and ones 

See the ice glitter, I only walk with them nice niggaz 

Sheist niggaz that quit it for doin' life niggaz 

You had a judge, we came through in the clutch 

Fifty fifth ain't no what to do when I came through wit'cha 

The Don Polly, you could find me as fresh as Denali 

In times probably even marching at a Shaufton rally 

I often carry that's the price of fame 

Got precise the fame snipe you with the rifle and unlight your brain 

It ain't a game, it's real niggaz with real guns 

That still run, caught a box and pump ox by the millions 

Before the children that's confusin' life 

The voodoo type that'll pull out the Uzi and make you lose your life 

The news is tight, I got 'em hangin' by the neck 

Man you tanglin' with vets when you bangin' with TS 

(What, what the fuck) 

I ain't know you really want it 

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin' 

Don't want no people wantin' to play my game 

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name 

Bring it on, come on 

I ain't know you really want it 

How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin' 

Don't want no people wantin' to play my game 

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name 

Bring it on, come on