Prove Something (edited album version) - Fat Joe

East New York oh god

Yeah got that gangsta gangsta gully gully

Yeah big business Joe crack the don

Terror squad baby box boor holding down to the death

Its nothing realer than this you heard uh what huh

It's like I'm always out to prove something

Every time I stop on the block

I set up shop and try to move something

And I'm talking about kilos and pounds

***** a desert eagle

I got sh*t that spit over 300 rounds

Can tell by the scar on my neck

I spar with the best

Joey Bombay ay hit hard with the left

Sharp with the right I don't know why I bother

Yall not retarded

Man ya know what the squadron is like

And he can get it too

But I let him die slow death I probably just collecting his food

I'm deaden ya crew

To tell ya the truth we not stopping

I'm like I'll lease from b street man I keep popping

The streets knocking my sh*t the ds watching my shift

We can do this however east lock or the fifth

I leave you chumps to frame right where you standing

Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom

It's the t e r r o r squad ni**a get it right

It's the ni**a Joe the don

And the kid flow hard ask the clique

Niggas be like you crazy he got classic sh*t

It's the t e r r o r squad ni**a get it right

It's the ni**a Joe the don

And the kid flow hard ask the clique

Niggas be like you crazy he got classic sh*t

It's the killa kid from the Bronx

Holding down to the death

You can hear the squad coming

By the sound of the techs

A hundred rounds in a sec

Leave you on front page

You would think I was down with the roc

The way I just blazed

I puff haze to keep my mind at ease

Can't wait for the day to see shyne released

This hip hop sh*t is unjust who you gon trust

When most of these record label execs is dumb *****

I keep a gun tuck under my belly

Only ni**a on the island making calls from the celly

We watching belly on the DV 60 inch TV

Flat sh*t attach to the back of the cp

This game needs me I'm like gotten once I'm gone

All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons

Champagne with the women runs a game for the pudding

It's all the same still running trains with my hood men

A bunch of good men but don't get it confused

We like diner in heat ni**a nothing to loose

I know you seen the shootout scene

Don't make us reenact cuz I rather be laid up in with a featured actress

It's the t e r r o r squad ni**a get it right

It's the ni**a Joe the don

And the kid flow hard ask the clique

Niggas be like you crazy he got classic sh*t

It's the t e r r o r squad ni**a get it right

It's the ni**a Joe the don

And the kid flow hard ask the clique

Niggas be like you crazy he got classic sh*t

Yea hell yea uh brought to you

By the realest motherf**kers in this game

The infamous terror squad yea real niggas real dons

Real gas haha come on woo uh

Ton Montana rest in peace forever never forget big pun