(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 toast to ex flaw  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