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