(feat. Big L, Big Pun) 
Yeah This is clasic shit right here, vintage shit 
Go get ya tape decks ready uh 
You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha 
Terror era's the squad man 
Yeah uh yo uh yo [Verse 1: Fat Joe] 
Aye yo I'm old school like 
Rick Ruler sick jewels to big buddah 
Lift dudes wit the six shooter 
Luger (Ooh Yeeah) 
That means bring it back 
NY king of that 
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that 
The 4th comin don't look now theres more comin 
And we all stunnaz wit lil money but still hungry 
True story once threw a nigga from a two story asked for my paper said theres nothin he can do for me 
Thats like takin a steak out of a lions mouth 
Betta yet that like takin a plate outta 
Ryans mouth 
Thatll 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 nigga try front on his body he gettin sent back 
Dont resent 
Crack I'm just what you wanna be 
Young rich and famous bitches 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 [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Big L) {Big Pun}] 
I just had to bring 'em back (Word you definitly 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 [Verse 2: Big L] 
When I cruise through the ghetto 
I drive slow 
I'm quick to buck a duck and 
I don't give a fuck about 5-0 
A hard core, life 
I Chose to 
Explore 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 
Shit 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 whos 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 [Chorus] 
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 [Verse 3: Big Pun] 
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, its like gimmie a gun and 
I'm back on 
Joey Crack, 
Pun, TS, Bronx regulators 
Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin to imitate us 
Yall 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 4 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 muthafucka its nothin but luckstress 
My crews are cussin to bustin ass crushin glass in niggaz faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath 
I want the cash off the jiddump, 
I cock 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 parascope rifle extended rycle cycle thatll tear the whole 
Bible out 
I'm sweatin no idols a title's all 
I request 
Best rappers know that 
Pun and Y the chaperones of death.. [Chorus] 
I just had to bring 'em back (Word you definitly 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