f/ Bleach Brothers, Fat Joe, Triple Seis



(Fat Joe)

Yeah, Yeah (Mmm)

This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm)

Italiano (what) Ya know da deli

Aha, Aha Dirtman

Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo



(Dirtman)

I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit

You never seen it before its all Ligitement

Italiano bust holes to your guitano

I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano

Rapid Marziano I hit your arms till 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'll stop till your frame is numb

Comical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on 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 Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in your face

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

Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it real

Test if you will feeling the meaning of real

The meaning of steel you little bitch

Ay you screaming for real



Chorus (Repeat 2x)

All my real live niggas say:

That's my shit

All my thugs mothafuckers say:

That's my shit

And if you all about the ruckus say:

That's my shit



(Triple Seis)

Triple Seis the killer like turn your fact

Hold Tight (Want Some Seafood Mama) Lyrics
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight Foo-ra-de-ack-a-sa-ki Want some sea food mama Shrimpers and rice they're very nice Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight Foo-ra-de-ack-a-sa-ki Want some sea food mama Steamers and sauce and then of course I like oysters, lobsters too, and I like my tasty butter fish When I come home from work at night I get my favorite