Bring It On Lyrics

Bring It On lyrics

(Fat Joe speaking) 

Yea yea, what 

uh, Terror Squad 

uh, from the streets to the jail cell 

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

Charlie Rock el D 

Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga 

Yo, yo 


Verse 1: 

Aint no solution for this 

Since day one I been true to this sh*t 

Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss 

I been provin to hit so you know its really real 

I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil 

Self made millionaire status 

We all gettin money but its 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 ya'll 

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 


Chorus: I ain't know you really want it 

How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin 

Dont 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 theres something when you keep frontin 

Dont want no people wantin 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 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- aint 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 thats the price of fame 

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

It aint a game - its real niggaz with real guns 

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

Before the children thats confusin life 

The voodoo type that'll pull out the UZ (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 F**K!)