Ch-ch-ch-ch... Yeah
  (Terror Squad.. First Family..)
  AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (Yeah, hahahah!)
  You see them diamonds gliserin off that three-quarterla (Hahaha)
  Dat dem dere polyesther (Uh, nigga!)
  Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?!)
  (Terror Squad... First Family...)
  OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
  OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
  
  [Fat Joe]
  Yeah, yeah uh
  Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit
  Run up in yo' mom's crib
  Ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shit
  Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrict
  Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the concrete
  I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap... then stomp...
  Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin your calm streets?
  I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for dolo
  Blow holes in ya carseat and roll over ya Rover
  Fuck this role model shit I'm finna blow out ya wig
  Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
  It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened
  Reborn like what's crackin, we formed with raw plastic
  Blastin off ya doors with an awful passion
  Forcin the walls to crash in
  You see them kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
  Joey Crack - keep it gully
  Known to clap - keep a fully
  Automatic mack whodie on my lap - doin thirty
  Drivin through the Heights tryna find these cats that did me dirty
  Shot me on the Ave., now I gotta blast until them pearlies
  We the realest niggaz ever touch the mic (BLAH!)
  And we love to fight (BLAH!)
  You heard my niggaz (ANTE UP!) give up the fuckin knife!
  
  [Hook] - 2x
  We gonna,
  BREAK! - (BREAK!)
  MASH! - (MASH!)
  BRAWL! - (BRAWL!
  CLASH! - (CLASH!)
  Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass!!
  GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!
  SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT!
  GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!
  OPEN UP HIS BACK!
  
  [Lil' Fame]
  Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb
  Comin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young
  (FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this motherfucker
  crackin and buzzin with my Latin cousin Joey Grills
  (WE INTERNATIONAL!) 151 proof
  Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
  For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin bout drama
  With that nasty-ass coochie suit, lookin like pajamas
  (SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be it
  We the First (First!) Fam (Family!) - You see it!
  Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in
  CALM (CALM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK!
  
  [Billy Danze]
  For you niggaz that wanna trap me
  I make families unhappy
  I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi
  (E'RYBODY KNOW!) Everybody wanna clap me
  Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey
  so get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
  I (SPIT) with intentions (TO RIP)
  Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
  Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz faces
  Push his hat back seven paces - leave him standin still
  Cobra-ass nigga (Huh?!) You beg me to kill (Yeah!)
  When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (Chill!)
  (Y'ALL REMEMBER BILL!) Y'all remember the motherfuckin deal
  You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?!!
  
  [Hook - 2x]
  
  [Petey Pablo]
  Oh motherfucker uh-uh, y'all ain't seen nuttin yet
  Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch and I was right there
  Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
  Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
  Wish a motherfucker would, look and he shall find
  TEN MILLION WAYS TO DIE!
  I'm the thickest of the fire
  Ain't to many niggaz round with the rumble
  With the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!!
  Bitch I break 'em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad now
  Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down - get up get out
  Hottest thang they got in the south (Petey Pablo!)
  If ya don't know now ya know - HOLLA AT 'EM JOE!
  Fight club! - Fight club!
  Fight club! - Fight club!
  Fight club! - Fight club! HOLLA AT 'EM JOE!
  
  [Hook - 2x]
  
  Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?! (Hahaha)
  First Family, Terror Squad....