Yeah, this is cl***ic **** right here, vintage ****
Go get ya tape decks ready, uh
You know I had to bring 'em back, haha
Terror era's the squad man, yeah uh, yo uh yo

Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big Buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter Luger
(Ooh, yeah)
That means bring it back NY King of that
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that

The forth comin' don't look now there's more comin'
And we all stunnaz wit 'lil money but still hungry
True story once threw a ***** from a two story
Asked for my paper said theres nothin' he can do for me

That's like takin' a steak out of a lions mouth
Betta yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryans mouth
That'll neva happen ova my dead body
Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti

I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
A ***** try front on his body he gettin' sent back
Don't resent Crack I'm just what you wanna be
Young rich and famous *****es can't get enough of me

And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just everyday but you could neva be too use to them
I be abusin' them squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then it's on again

I just had to bring 'em back
(Word you definitely know what I'm about)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
(All my friends call me Stout)
I just had to bring 'em back
(Flamboyant, baby)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a ***k about 5-0
A hard core life I toast to ex flaw
Therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law

My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
Get swellin' hops from sellin' tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks
And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glock

**** was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
'Cause we put the guns down and go one round
Wit' the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown

I can inverse my style, 'cause I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's next

To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft
Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a Deli snack, you softer than Jelly Jack
I attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat

I just had to bring 'em back
(All my friends call me Stout)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
(Flamboyant baby)
I just had to bring 'em back
(Terror Squad cause we stunt)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all
Shorties wit' dreams of playin' ball for Seaton Hall turnin' fiends a full
From Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song
Is bein' sung, it's like gimmie a gun and I'm back on

Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little *****z to death for tryin' to imitate us
Y'all could neva see us, be us, TS, kill da bs
'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas

Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll
Blast the four crash ya door smash ya hoe
Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin' heads like Totem Poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan Road

Blow fa blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
Bring the ruckas to the roughest mutha***ka it's nothin' but luck stress
My crews are cussin' to bustin' *** crushin' gl***
In *****z faces leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath

I want the cash off the jiddump, I **** and blast the piddump
At any piddunk tryin' to laugh at the Briddonx
You ain't no kiddon for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya Pierre Cardan

I peirce ya noggin if you startin' trouble, spark the dot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with a para scope rifle extended cycle
Cycle that'll tear the whole Bible out
I'm sweatin' no idols a ***le's all I request
Best rappers know that Pun and Y the chaperones of death

I just had to bring 'em back
(Word you definitely know what I'm about)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
(All my friends call me Stout)
I just had to bring 'em back
(Flamboyant, baby)
You know I had to bring 'em back yo