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South Park / South Bronx

This song is by Lone Star Ridaz.

(Intro: Fat Joe)
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfuckers
Dope House, that nigga Joey Crack. You heard?
Uh, no doubt, yeah, uh, yo

Fat Joe:
What up Houston? Same shit new place
It's about time y'all niggas featured on a Screw tape
Fat Joe and SPM, the best be 'em
Any set tryin' to test, gone rest within'
Man, You fuckin' with Mexican's & pure bordos
Down ass niggas that'll blow you with the sawed off
You know you see the photos in the Lowrider mags
I'm blowin' like a dragon, in a loc'd out wagon
Car just saggin' and we shitin' on fools
Chica's go crazy when they see my 22's
Forget them other dudes, man they numbers is up
Terror Squad, Dope House. Who's fuckin' with us?
I guess it's the feddy, I done got 'em all scared of us
More ridaz, more guns you ain't prepared for us
There's no comparin' us, we real and you fake
Like goin' in too deep, you can't chew straight

Fat Joe:
The South Bronx
The South South Bronx

South Park Mexican:
South Park
The South South Park

Fat Joe:
The South Bronx
The South South Bronx

South Park Mexican:
South Park
The South South Park

South Park Mexican:
Up jump the boogie, to the boogie down Bronx
Anyone against us catchin' hot rocks
You fucking cots know who shot up the parkin' lot
SP got more red dots than chicken pox
2 hittin' glocks at my door panels
Puttin' holes in your flannels. Now how do you like them apples?
Everyday I'm in khakis & a life beater
And everyday I pour a 4 in a 2 liter
Fuck some brew nigga, I'm a stay a true sipper
My bitch trippin' 'cause my shirt stay full of glitter
I'm the last of the litter, the fuckin' runt
And this weed in my blunt, ain't no fuckin' pump
So what? I'm here till I go
Collabo with Fat Joe, just to let you rats know
This is family on Happy P's jammin' beats
You hoes ain't ballin' take those 20's off that Camry

Fat Joe:
The South Bronx
The South South Bronx

South Park Mexican:
South Park
The South South Park

Fat Joe:
The South Bronx
The South South Bronx

South Park Mexican:
South Park
The South South Park

South Park Mexican:
You motherfuckers got no idea what I've been through
I'm in the club packin' my grandmother's jinsu
Smokin' tough, my jewelry is broken cuffs
Loadin' slugs, somebody give Los a hug
Don't discuss much if it ain't 'about paper
I built the 9 bedroom on a solid acre
I'm murderin'
Fuck it I'll kill her and him
Hit the curb and fuck off a perfect rim
I buy it cook it and serve it
My weed is lime green just like the Kermit
Note the churchin' and the world could ever clean my scrill
I raid my own Dope House and say it's just a drill
I'm on glash on my ass like a peacock
While you fake niggas changin' like the weed spot
And my team got boriquas and Mexican's
We smith and wessin'n, fuck that fightin' and wrestlin'

Fat Joe:
The South Bronx
The South South Bronx

South Park Mexican:
South Park
The South South Park

Fat Joe:
The South Bronx
The South South Bronx

South Park Mexican:
South Park
The South South Park

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