Bring it On - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah yeah, what

Uh, Terror Squad

Uh, from the streets to the jail cell

I mean, my niggas is facing death penalties and all that

Charlie Rock L D

Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga

Yo, yo

[Verse 1]

Ain't no solution for this

Since day one I been true to this shit

Often niggas try to shoot but they miss

I've been proven to hit so you know its really real

I went from chilling on the hills to signing deals worth fifty mil'

Self-made millionaire status

We all getting money but it's funny how mine makes niggas maddest

Come at us if you ready for war

Whoever you are

Leave you dead in your hall leaking red on the floor

Better than ya'll

Niggas need to face the facts

Since the days of crack I've been blazing gats trying to raise my stats

And I ain't tracing back you could find me at a racing track

Laced in black betting on a horse called Amazing Jack

Joey Crack's the illest fully backed by killers

Hopping outta 18 wheelers like mad gorillas

Niggas need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned

Cause if you didn't know by now you all gon' learn

[Chorus]

I ain't know you really want it

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

Don't want no people wanting 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 fronting

Don't want no people wanting to play my game

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name

Bring it on, come on

[Verse 2]

I puts it down with Pun

Now all I do is lounge in the sun

Look what I done from the slums to sporting 5 thousand and ones

See the ice glitter I only walk with them nice niggas

Sheist niggas acquitted for doing life niggas

You out of touch we come through in the clutch

Fifty fifth ain't no what to do when I came through with ya

The Don Polly - you could find me in Flex's Denali

At times probably even marching at a Sharpton rally

I often carry that's the price of fame

Got precisive aim snipe you with the rifle and I light your brain

It ain't a game it's real niggas with real guns

That still run corner blocks and pump rocks by the millions

Before the children that's confused in life

The brutal type that'll pull out the Uz' and make you lose your life

The noose is tight I got 'em hanging by the neck

Man you tangling with vets when you banging with TS (what, what the fuck!)

[Chorus]

I ain't know you really want it

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

Don't want no people wanting 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 fronting

Don't want no people wanting to play my game

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name

Bring it on, come on

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah

This joint right here is dedicated to everybody who putit down for the Terror Squad

Mean the originators

Gizmo, Cosmo, rest in peace, baby

Shout to Little Hek

Andy, Black Day

Big Hoff

Paitan Sing Sing DJ Serge AIpo, my nigga, Full Flex

Raul, Money Man, where you at?

Macho

Fat Pito

Lucky Legs, Luciano

Italian Joe

Gomez Kendu

Kemedy Ka

Rest in peace to my nigga, Tony Montana l I love you forever, baby

Rest in peace to Semi, Skeet Big Naja, Little Frankie B.O. Little Raheem

25 to Life

Forest Projects

McKinley

The Foundation

Washington Webster

3673 Third Ave

We lay it down like that

Terror Squad, baby

Taxing suckers, Trinity Stars

Talented Survivors

Call it what you want, baby

Simple as that

What?