[Intro: Fat Joe]

Yeah, yeah (Mmm)

This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brothers Collabo (Mmmm)

Italiano, what, Ya know da deal-y

Aha, aha, Dirtman

Ayo, ayo, ayo

[Verse 1: Dirtman]

I spit that killer shit, white gorilla shit, nobody ill as shit

You never seen it before, it's all illegitimate

Italiano, bust holes to your guitano

I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano

Rapid Marziano, I hit your arms 'til they drop

Palms to your chops, left hook, put your palms in the block

Jingo pop then don't stop till the game is one

And I don't stop till your frame is numb

Comical rappers on some funny shit, pop grungy shit

While I'll tell you straight up, we on some money shit

A problem with that, you see my hand in the place

But fuck battling, I'm trying to punch you dead in your face

We bless with the deal 'cause we're the best in the field

Bleach Brothers, true white trash, you can wrestle it real

Test if you will, feel the meaning of real, the meaning of steel

You little bitch, I'll you screaming for real

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

All my real live niggas say that's my shit

All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit

And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit

Yo, that's my shit

All my real live niggas say that's my shit

All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit

And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit

Yo, that's my shit

[Verse 2: Triple Seis]

Triple Seis, the killer like turn your fact

Bringing it back, the way BX put it on the map

It's like that, run up in your shine with the gat

Write an exact, take it back, lay with the MAC

Joey Crack, get busy with the shotty

Hit them niggas with the Glizzy for being in a busy body

They talk too much, Seis comes true in the clutch

Move with the rush, got a whole crew you can trust

That'll bust anytime, hit you for any shine

Go fifth to fist in the mist, they'll kick plenty rhyme

Give me mine and you can have the rest or

Feel afraid of death and the pain as I rain with the TEC

My connect sending budda flavor straight to Te-bek

Like Cudda soft and wet that I'd acquired at the set

Triple Seis on fire, I'm as hot as it gets

Spark the lye up, TS about to light up the set

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

All my real live niggas say that's my shit

All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit

And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit

Yo, that's my shit

All my real live niggas say that's my shit

All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit

And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit

Yo, that's my shit

[Verse 3: Reka]

Now we back in the door hearing at you asking for more

You asked for the raw, Bleach Brothers spit it and we poor

Goof on the bottom floor back now, walk in the brits?

Back to the bullshit, fuck with those cats I'm cool with

Act a fool with, actually nothing to fool with

Went to school with, quite tight now, a true clique

You get your jewels fixed back, come over here

Hitting your back pockets get swiss back

How can a mack get his shit back?

You want to click-clack your person, you can get that

You get your shit clapped up, Thugly Fishers when I spit that

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

All my real live niggas say that's my shit

All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit

And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit

Yo, that's my shit

All my real live niggas say that's my shit

All my thug motherfuckers say that's my shit

And if you all about the ruckus, say that's my shit

Yo, that's my shit