C'mon
(new shit, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
uh, uh-huh
(Oh shit)
(Oh shit)

C'mon, c'mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Uh) yeah, yeah
this is the motherfuckin' uncut (yeah)
Long time comin', ya heard? (yeah)
M.O.P. (c'mon)
Big motherfuckin' Punisher (uh, uh)
What ya gon' do?
Terror Squad (yeah)
Bronx, Brook-lawn collabo'
Yo, yo, yo (ya heard me?)
(BP step to 'em)

This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters
New York, New York, ice rockin' tight wifebeaters
We the truth (uh), don't let yo' dead body be the proof
Leave your wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean ya tooth
I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage
Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent
The spirit's born, here to bring life to the dormant
right where you snorin' from night to the mornin'
Bless the mic like Elijah Muhammad
Or Christ, how you want it, I got what you need
From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin' to me?
Big Pun (Pun), the papichulo out to screw you
Bop with the dumb Glock
Hunchback, like Quasimoto

Set off the sirens, form the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn, nigga, New York Giants (c'mon)
Leave 'em brainless
Hit 'em with the stainless, it's the
(World's, world's, world's famous) c'mon
violence (c'mon), form the alliance (yeah)
South Bronx, Brook-lawn papa, New York Giants
Leave 'em brainless
Hit 'em with the stainless, it's the
(World's, world's, world's famous)

I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell
Or ring the bell like you wanna test talk, and just rock your world
Like Dahved Levy, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
Cock the glizzy, give you one back peace to 'Pac and Biggie
'Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'
Put they holes in your colon, send you rollin'
like when you're bowlin' a perfect strike
let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike
I hurt your wife, put the trife-ass in the earth aight?
I'm shootin at you and that's off the top like Supernatural
Attribute your crew turnin' those goons to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you
Clap you with your own heat, homie
If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O.G.

Set off the sirens, form the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn, nigga, New York Giants
Leave 'em brainless
Hit 'em with the stainless, it's the
(World's, world's, world's famous)
Violence, form the alliance
B.X., violence
B.K., violence

I break the world off with a bang (bang)
How about some, fuck that, look nigga, you know the name
It's the 1, slash, 718, slash
M, dot, O, dot, P, dot, First Family, dot
Boogie Down, Brooklyn (damn you)
Step the fuck back before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you
I rep for my cell block niggas
And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin' out, "Perrico!"
Yup, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights
Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes
Merk out on machines with loud pipes
Niggabytes, six-double-o's, yeah, on the bikes

You want 718 Terror (Squad)
William (Danze)
First (Fam), easy soldier
I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot
Grew up in Brownsville in a brownstone by a vacant lot
Satan's got, my mind, my body, and my soul
Oh, I don't blame you, you switched your game plan
When you found out your main man was named Danze
Nigga, I'm filled with anger
You fuckin' with a hooded soldier
Cobra, your life is in danger
(First Family style) all the way out
Bang (bang), bang (bang) 'til your brains hang out

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Royalty Network
Writer(s): Anne Jennifer Dudley, Christopher Rios, Eric Murry, Imsomie Leeper, Jamal Gerard Grinnage, Malcolm Robert Andrew Mclaren