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+Twinz (Deep Cover ’98)[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?
+I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
+Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready
+Meet me at Vito's with Noodles
+We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti
+Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor
+Joey Crack, buck 'em all
+If they move – Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!
+Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know
+That we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddily
+
+[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
+It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L
+Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
+I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
+Catch you at your mother's wake
+Smack you, then I whack you with my snub tre eight
+
+[Verse 3: Big Pun]
+I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
+Like Amityville, I drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'
+Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian
+The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'
+A villain without remorse, who's willin' to out your boss
+Forever, and take all the cheddar like child support
+[Verse 4: Fat Joe & Big Pun]
+I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
+My brother from another mother, sent from the above
+A thug nigga just like me, one of the best—might be
+Even better, leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee
+Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
+You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer
+Hit ya with the MAC, smack your bitch, nigga what?
+You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck
+Truck jewels, cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' Cash Rules
+Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin' to pass through
+That's true! (So who the next to get it?)
+TS the best that did it
+(Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's…)
+
+[Chorus: Fat Joe & Big Pun]
+Yeah, and you don't stop!
+Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill 'em to the top
+Yeah, and you don't stop!
+Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
+Yeah, and you don't stop!
+We'll make it hot, nigga, what?
+Bring it, I blow your whole spot
+Yeah, and you don't stop!
+It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop
+[Verse 5: Big Pun]
+Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
+Take 'em feet first through the morgue
+Then lodge 'em in the deep earth
+The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
+Supposed to supply us with rights
+Tonight I hold my rosary tight as I can
+I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
+Black Pearl Latina mas fina but keeps it real
+You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
+Peep it, it's no secret
+Watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
+
+[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
+Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer
+All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
+Kickin' ass as I blast off heat
+And you never see me talk to police
+Though you should know that I really don't care
+Pull you by the hair, slit your throat
+And I'll leave you right there, so beware
+It's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
+And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
+
+[Verse 7: Big Pun]
+Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion
+Puerto Ricans known for slashin'
+Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'
+Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
+Three TECs in the Jeep Lexus, just in case police test us
+Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
+Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God
+When the metal hollers
+Better acknowledge or get knocked down
+Until I'm locked and shot down
+Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down
+[Verse 8: Fat Joe]
+We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
+Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
+Every time, plus I'm the crime boss of New York
+Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
+And stalk our prey like a predator
+Whoever want it, go and get it
+Set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya
+So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'
+I fill a clip of my weapon
+And punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon
+[Chorus: Fat Joe & (Big Pun)]
+Yeah, and you don't stop!
+Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill 'em to the top
+Yeah, and you don't stop!
+Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
+Yeah, and you don't stop!
+We'll make it hot, nigga, what?
+Bring it, I blow your whole spot
+Yeah, and you don't stop!
+It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover copEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Still Not a Player[Intro: Joe & Big Pun]
+Oh
+Ooh, yeah
+Don't wanna be a player (TS)
+
+[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun]
+I don't wanna be a player no more
+I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
+But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for
+For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas (Don't wanna be, don't wanna be)
+I don't wanna be a player no more
+I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
+But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
+Who's down to fuck tonight?
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Ayo, I'm still not a player, but you still a hater
+Elevator to the top, hah, see you later
+I'm gone, penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks
+In-house beach, French comtesse, 10 thou' piece
+Rent-out lease with an option to buy
+Coppin' a 5 or Benz for when I'm not far up in the sky
+Puffin' the lye from my Twinzito
+Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens nicknamed Perico
+We go back like PAs and wearin' PJs
+Now we reached the peakage, runnin' trains for three days
+Who wanna ride? It won't cost you a dollar
+Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla
+Mama, I'm thick, huh? I'll rip my prick through your hooters
+I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six rulers
+Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin' loot
+But I'll knock that boot if you out to get koofed
+[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun]
+I don't wanna be a player no more
+I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
+But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for
+Uptown, baby, uptown
+I don't wanna be a player no more
+I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
+But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
+Who's down to fuck tonight?
+
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+I love 'em Puerto Rican to blackberry molass'
+I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the ass
+Long as you show class and pass my test
+Fat ass and breasts, highly intelligent bachelorettes
+That's the best, I won't settle for less
+I want a ghetto brunette with unforgettable sex
+Now lay your head on my chest and feel my heartbeat
+We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep and just spark the leaf
+It's hard to creep since I found Joe
+Every pretty, round, brown ho wanna go down low
+But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know
+Once I put the blows, get your clothes, 'cause you got to go
+I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
+You nasty, Twin, I don't care
+'Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns
+Thick tongue, known to make the chicks cum
+[Bridge: Big Pun & Joe]
+Up in the hot tub poppin' bubbly
+Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me!"
+But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
+When I stick it even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it, get it"
+Up in the hot tub poppin' bubbly
+Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me!"
+But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
+When I stick it even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it, get it"
+
+[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun]
+I don't wanna be a player no more
+But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for
+I don't wanna be a player no more
+But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
+Who's down to fuck tonight?
+
+[Outro: Joe]
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+No more rollin' with an entourage
+Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad
+Beatin' niggas down somethin' silly
+Joe and Big Punisher
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena
+Boricua, morenaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Beware[Chorus: Prodigy sample]
+I gave you fair warning, beware
+I gave you fair warning, beware
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Yo! What you thought, Pun's shit was weak? Now you can't sleep
+Gotta keep your eyes open wide and hide your face from the streets
+I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from a law man
+Gave you fair warnin', now you on the stairs, fallin'
+I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack him in the mouth
+Throw him in the yoke—boom—then I knock him out
+No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files
+Twenty-shot auto Glock, blaow! Benny Blanc Puerto Rock style
+With a twist of black and I'm proud, twist your cap and I'm out
+Sleep with the fish-dips for yappin' too loud
+What's happenin' now? Niggas is hard as hell but they Gargamels
+Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill
+My squad is real and holds it down, the hardest regardless
+Besides of the largest
+We polish the floor with the rawest hardcore artists
+Flawless victory, ya niggas can't do shit to me
+Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically
+I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck
+Catch you when you cash your cheque
+Smash you when you pass, then jack you for your fuckin' 'Lex
+Nothin' less than the best if the Squad did it
+Hard-headed niggas better beware and fear like God said it
+[Chorus: Prodigy sample]
+I gave you fair warning, beware
+I gave you fair warning, beware
+I gave you fair warning, beware
+I gave you fair warning, beware
+
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+Ayo, I warned you, now all niggas could do is mourn you
+I'm born to kill and still thrilled to put it on you
+There's no regrets, remorse only results in loneliness
+Only the strong survive and strive through life as warriors
+All of us die, some of us kill, even massacre
+Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it
+I'm hazardous for your health and Hell's your next stop
+For real, my shit's cocked, the world has just stopped
+I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
+Come test your fate and I guarantee I'll be under investigation
+You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull
+Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe
+You never know; however, though, I still hold the title
+When all my rivals have chance to dance with Mr. Homicidal
+Hand on the Bible, I swear to defend my crown
+I've been around since forever and never let it touch the ground
+Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakening
+My crew's basically waiting patiently for you to move your patrons in
+Then we'll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you
+Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere, like Soundview
+The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we?
+The foundation—you're facing a whole army
+[Chorus: Prodigy sample]
+I gave you fair warning, beware
+I gave you fair warning, beware
+
+[Outro: Fat Joe]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah! What's up now, partner?
+Know I'm sayin'? Think this just some rap shit?
+We do this shit for real
+Terror Squad, nigga
+Fuckin' shoot the place up
+Motherfuckers know the time
+This motherfuckin' rap game
+Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full-A-Clips crew
+What the fuck? WHAT!
+Beware, beware, beware, beware, bewareEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+It’s So Hard[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
+You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty
+Got the Glizzy locked in the stizzy
+Pop the clizzy, going sixty down a one-wizzy
+Drunk pissy, tryin' to cruise through the avenue
+While my peoples is poppin' bottles up in Sue's Rendevous
+Fuck that! Spun the U-ey, lost a hubcap
+It's back to the shack, came back in a "What's that?"
+Straight from Paris, checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage
+Perry Ellis, auburn cherry reddish
+Fresh out the dealer, got the TEC for the squealers
+Wear a vest for the killers, nothin' less, ‘cause it's realer
+In the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled
+Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
+Trust no one; got beef, bust yo' gun
+You don't need no one talking 'bout that you owe him
+I'ma go for dolo; Scarface without Manolo
+One deep, I be solo, bustin' heat, throwin' bolos, it's hard
+
+[Hook: Donnell Jones]
+And it's so hard, yeah
+Niggas wanna be like Pun
+But they don't bust they guns
+And it's so hard
+Niggas wanna fuck my wife
+Nggas wanna take my life
+But it's so hard
+[Hook adlibs: Big Punisher]
+It's hard work, baby
+I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin' to live
+I ain't goin' nowhere
+I'm stayin' alive, baby
+That's my wife, I paid for them titties!
+Get your own! Your own, ya heard?
+
+[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
+Rollin' with the Squad, we like Gods
+Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars, strip bars in Miami
+Almost came home with the Grammy
+Next year, bringing home three for the family
+Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi
+Poppin' shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase
+Fuck that! Liberace, fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me!
+Never that! SKEE-YU! Where my niggas at?
+Uptown, uptown, you know you feelin' that
+Cash rule, hardcore you can dance to
+That old Biggie give me, One More Chance
+Take a glance and I'm off with yours
+With both hands take off my drawers
+And jerk me like the Source Awards
+I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive
+Terror Squad, nigga, stop sleepin'!
+[Hook: Donnell Jones]
+And it's so hard, yeah
+Niggas wanna be like Pun
+But they don't bust they guns
+And it's so hard
+Niggas wanna fuck my wife
+Nggas wanna take my life
+But it's so hard
+
+[Hook Adlibs: Big Punisher]
+What you say your name was again?
+And I know you from where? Elementary school?
+I don't know you, man!
+Money, not you again, go that way!
+
+[Coda: Donell Jones]
+Yeah, you ain't fucking my wife, takin' my life
+And if you just hatin', just walk on by
+All you haters just walk on by
+See, me and Big Pun be rollin'
+Schemin' on you and your homie
+Better just walk on by
+While we role back and talk for a while
+And to the Boricuas, stay up, stay up, stay up!
+And to all my homies, you gotta know what's up!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+You Ain’t a Killer[Verse 1]
+The harsh realities of life have taken toll
+Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
+Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole
+Take control, I'm makin' dough but not enough to blow
+JO's, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don't trust a soul
+That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you halfway and eat you alive tryin' to survive illegal
+I'll leave you lost, mount you on a cross
+Whip you like a horse, sacrifice your life to a higher force
+Then I'll stomp your corpse
+It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent
+One of the last livin' still-in-action general assassins
+Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC, smashin' any chest
+Passin' any test; Charles Manson in the flesh
+Any last requests before you meet your maker?
+Sow what you reap or wake up
+Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker
+I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate
+Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
+Make no mistake, this shit as real as Joe
+We follow the killer's code
+When we come for you, tell me: where will you go?
+Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and silence your screams
+And even if you kill me, I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams
+
+[Chorus]
+You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
+From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
+Mark you for death
+Won't even talk that East or West crap
+From Watts to LeFrak
+It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
+[Verse 2]
+You've made a grave mistake
+Shouldn't have come here, you changed your fate
+Your brains'll make their debut on the table
+When I raise the stakes
+The pain is great, but only for a second
+It starts strong, then lessens
+Just when you restin', the Armaggedon sets in
+Left him with so much stress (T.S.)
+Blessed him with no regrets, yes
+Welcome to Hell, son, the threshold of death
+Face the serpent, I blaze your person
+You get laced for certain, leavin' Jakes no trace to work from
+Close the case like curtains
+I'm hurtin' heads severely, really tryin' to bring the pain
+There's nothin' more satisfyin'
+Than when you cryin', screamin' my name
+It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods of bloodstains
+Big Pun's my thug's name
+Bustin' my guns, that's my love thang
+I'll slit your jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
+John Madden-tackle your corpse
+To hoist it on a cross at the tabernacle
+That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
+Then curse tu vida like a Brujería verse
+I'm worse than anything you ever been through
+Sick in the head and mental
+Essentially meant to be the sole threat against you
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+[Chorus]
+You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
+From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
+Mark you for death
+Won't even talk that East or West crap
+From Watts to LeFrak
+It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
+You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
+From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
+Mark you for death
+Won't even talk that East or West crap
+From Watts to LeFrak
+It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
+
+[Verse 3]
+It's hard to analyze which guys are spies; be advised, people
+We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes, chico
+We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
+D's in undercover cars
+Takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star
+I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
+With half a million in the stash
+Passport with the gats, first name and last
+Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
+Give me the mini-shottie
+I'll body a nigga for a penny probably
+I'm obligated to anything if it's crime-related
+If it shine, I'll take it; still in my prime and I finally made it
+I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
+Properly a stats magician
+Could've went to college and been a mathematician
+Bad decisions kept me out the game
+Now I'm strictly out for cream
+Doin' things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream
+My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
+Measured by the Heaven's kings
+Down to the Devil's mezzanine
+I've never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
+Most heads die by 25 or catch a quick three-to-five
+So be advised: the street's full of surprises
+It's not what crew's the livest
+One that survive, it's who's the wisest
+[Chorus]
+You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
+From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
+Mark you for death
+Won't even talk that East or West crap
+From Watts to LeFrak
+It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
+You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
+From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
+Mark you for death
+Won't even talk that East or West crap
+From Watts to LeFrak
+It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
+You ain't a killer...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Super Lyrical[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Ayo, my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
+Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
+Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
+That tackles your back and shackles and laughs at you
+That's a mathematical madness I'm on
+The savage, the strong
+The marriage and bond of havoc and song
+This massacre's on, as if Picasso laced you
+There's lots of hateful skeletons locked
+In the closet of my castle of Grayskull
+I'm possum at grade school
+That's why I have to debate you
+My raps are like Cable, slashing your facial
+That's how a master degrades you, I'm battling Jesus
+If he passes through my label I'm snatching his halo
+God, I'll trade you, if you send my father back as an angel
+Language is fatal and it's hypnotizing
+I'm only emphasizing
+I'm still all about business and enterprising
+I'm super lyrical, with brain-booster chemicals
+That's used up tentacles inside of my mental projectable
+
+[Chorus]
+Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent
+Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
+Lyrically, I'm-I'm supposed to represent
+[Verse 2: Black Thought]
+Black Thought, the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis
+Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice
+Stressing to emcees how they don't really want this
+Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit
+These cats, they sentimental such with a gentle touch
+Dancing double dutch and all saying nothing much
+My sound wave lifting your chin up, like uppercuts
+Newfound ways of ripping shit up, I develop
+Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me
+Nature-ally I bring the extremity
+Musically intense with the globe in suspense
+Contemplating where the world traveler been since
+The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic
+Immerse you in some old next shit, ill poetic
+Thought from Illadelph, somethin' like nothing else
+My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, 'cause what?
+
+[Chorus]
+Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent
+Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
+Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent
+You will lose, I must break you
+Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent
+Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
+Lyrically, I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm supposed to represent
+[Verse 3: Big Pun & Black Thought]
+Ayo, peace Roots, East Coast niggas reppin' the streets most
+With heat, toast, and keep close more Phillies than Pete Rose
+These those niggas that'll lift your mentals
+Lyrics'll twist your temples into pretzels
+Like the Triumph instrumental
+My instrumental's the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance
+To nothing you come across, lyrical holocaust
+The crowd pleaser, emcees freeze then catch seizure
+They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers
+Just call me Baby Jesus, 'cause lately niggas be praising me
+Just for the way I blaze the beat crazily, tape to CD lasery
+It pays to be amazingly flavory
+Gaze into my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
+Occasionally as I focus on my next opus
+The way it's all fucked up and emcees is hopeless
+I'll leave your head wrecked as I erect sculptures
+My thought's just a fortress
+Approach this ferocious up-closeness
+
+[Chorus]
+Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent
+Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
+Lyrically, I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm supposed to represent
+
+[Outro]
+Lyrically
+It's suicide
+Lyrically
+You've seen him, you know how strong he is
+Lyrically
+You can't win
+Lyrically
+It's suicide
+Lyrically
+You've seen him, you know how strong he is
+Lyrically
+You can't win
+Lyrically
+You can't win
+Lyrically
+You will lose
+Lyrically
+I must break you
+Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-lyricallyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Dream Shatterer[Produced by Domingo]
+[Verse 1]
+Ayo, I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
+Your squadron'll be barred from rap
+Like Adam and Eve from the garden
+I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead
+So every night before bed, you see the BP shine off the boardhead
+Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
+'Cause he ain't worth jack
+Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
+Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack
+Hand him his purse back
+I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
+Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
+Like Nat King, I be rappin' in tongues, packin' the ones
+Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns
+It's Big Pun, the one and only son of Tony Montana
+You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana
+Come on, pana, we need more rhymers
+Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda
+A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
+Sometimes rhymin', I blow my own mind like Nirvana
+Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna
+Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar
+[Chorus]
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine
+Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane
+Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms
+If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn
+Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser
+As smart as MacGyver, could put honor inside the heart of a liar
+Involved in a life of crime, fuck it, I like the shine
+Up in the white and lime, clutched with the pipe design
+Plushed out (No doubt), both pockets about to bust out
+If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT!
+Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right
+Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished? SAY GOODNIGHT!
+Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet
+Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the "Benjamins" beat
+But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter
+It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger
+So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound
+You ever heard; Desert Bird, player, you outta bounds
+[Chorus]
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+
+[Verse 3]
+You know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial
+I'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tongue-kiss you
+With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips
+Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic
+It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear, crystal clear
+"Come here, let me kiss your tears!"
+Everything you fear is here, you ain't gotta search further
+The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further
+For reverse, birth, every verse hurts, every curse word's
+Already more offendin' than Eddie Murph's worst
+I thirst for blood like a vampire
+Any man claimin' his game's tighter IS A GODDAMN LIAR!
+I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought
+Drain a quart of blood out ya brain and leave ya insane in the dark
+The King of New York, lays his crown in the Boogie Down
+And sprays the town with the MAC—hoodie down
+I'm no joke, I'll soak your face with a sweeper
+Die, you a disgrace, or face your death through the speaker
+[Chorus]
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abominationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m Not A Player[Intro]
+You're my darlin' darlin' baby
+You're my darlin' darlin' love
+You're my darlin' darlin' baby
+I said you're everything I ever hoped for in a woman
+And as long as I may live
+Ooh, you're...
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
+Jump on top of my dick and work them hips until I bust a shot
+It doesn't stop, I'm only beginnin', I'm bonin' your women
+While you home all alone, I'm blowin' up in 'em
+Sendin' them back to you, mad at you
+Don't catch a motherfuckin' attitude
+I'm just showin' you how this rapper do
+Capital Punishment, when I'm up in it, suckin' it
+Bustin' it out—nice blouse, let me unbutton it
+You're fuckin' with King Papi Chulo when knockin' culo
+Pop your mulos out the socket tryin' to ride with the sumo
+You know my rise is high, word, I be drillin' 'em
+Bitches be tryin' to ride, but the curve be killin' 'em
+Fillin' 'em with the cash, my cheese premium unleaded
+Come get it, first work the tongue, then let the Pun hit it
+Split it in half, watch the gat, baby, take a bath
+Be good, I might put away the wood and give you the mustache
+[Chorus: The O'Jays & Big Punisher]
+You're my darlin' darlin' baby
+I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
+You're my darlin' darlin' love
+I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
+You're my darlin' darlin' baby.."
+I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
+You're my darlin' darlin' love
+I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
+
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+I bang a stranger in my torture chamber
+Feed the locas chocha pinga
+While I force my finger where my bolas linger
+I bring the pain like Method when I flex and flip the coochie
+Puerto Rican to the core, but no Boriquas eat the pussy
+'Scuse me for bein' blunt, but I've been eatin' cunts
+Since pimps was pushin' pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps
+Bumpin' and grindin', simultaneously grindin'
+Climbin' up the walls, with my balls bangin' off your hymen
+I'm a diamond in the rough, (ugh) bustin' in your face
+Taste the sweetness of my dick, rip your fetus out of place
+Yo, bitches already know the repertoire
+Step in my car, let's start the ménage à trois, like Escobar
+By far, I'm the best at all sex positions, forget the kissin'
+I'm skippin' the tongue-twistin', TS Tradition
+[Chorus: The O'Jays & Big Punisher]
+You're my darlin' darlin' baby
+I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
+You're my darlin' darlin' love
+I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
+You're my darlin' darlin' baby.."
+I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
+You're my darlin' darlin' love
+I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
+
+[Verse 3: Big Punisher]
+Some chick in back of me, bought me a daiquiri
+Told me meet her in back of Zachary's
+'Cause she heard I was packin' meat
+I bagged the freak and hit the telly
+Got the Phillies, lifted her belly
+And "Put it in Her Mouth," like Akinyele
+Far from ugly but they used to say I'm too chubby
+But since the money the honeys got nothin' but love for me
+So rub my tummy and make a wish, I'll make you rich
+Take your kids to the flicks, come back and fix your favorite dish
+(Not!) You crazy bitch, I ain't with that, I'ma hit that
+Split back to the shack where my other chicks at
+Now can you dig that? I'm the mack, doin' my thing
+Pullin' your strings, makin' you feel like you in a dream
+It's the king of the Hip-Hop Quotables, givin' you multiples
+Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth
+I notice you doin' your thing with your crew
+Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you?
+[Chorus: The O'Jays & Big Punisher]
+You're my darlin' darlin' baby
+I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
+You're my darlin' darlin' love
+I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
+You're my darlin' darlin' baby.."
+I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
+You're my darlin' darlin' love
+I'm no player, I just fuck a lot
+
+[Outro]
+You're my darlin' darlin' baby
+You're my darlin' darlin' love
+You're my darlin' darlin' babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Brave in the Heart[Verse 1: Triple Seis]
+I'll battle you all, from the charts to ghetto stars
+Face Triple Seis: the God of War like Mars
+That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
+It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
+Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the Beamer sweaters
+The ones who paid with their life
+I rock for 40 days and 40 nights
+And every verse is tight
+Better than before: rough, rugged, and raw
+Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore
+This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed
+Allow me to explain
+I thrive on the pain while robbin' your chain
+Nawmean, do him and the fiend, grab his wallet
+Leave a trail, blazin' like Rasheed Wallace
+What's today's knowledge?
+Hold your heat like The Peacemaker
+I walk the same streets the police take us
+Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth
+Respect and got the money, son, that's all that it's about
+No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode
+Under control, can tell my real niggas really roll
+On the low, tryin' to blow trees
+And for no reas' we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese
+Better relate and start to think, or be the missing link
+I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart
+Razor-sharp, futuristic raps: state of the art
+Takin' New York cats past the stars, first it was Nasty Nas
+Now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh
+Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough
+Hold your toaster low; business, never personal
+Just some words to know if you run the streets
+Come in peace or leave in pieces
+Even Jesus was killed by the polices
+They crucified him, now they inject us with juice to fry 'em
+Depends on the state; If death is my fate, then cool, I'm dyin'
+If that's my destiny, it's meant to be
+Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me Aight, crew? (no doubt Pun)
+Aight then, let's fight then
+I'm hypened, comin' with the thunder and the lightnin'
+Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm
+Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms right from the Bronx
+Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto god
+I rip a nigga's heart out his frame
+While I scream: "Terror Squad!"
+Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
+She said she’d starve if I die, understand I’m a god in her eyes
+The father of Christ, sure to be immortal
+Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen
+With Devin: that's mi hermano
+[Refrain]
+We will be here, forever – KRS
+We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part
+Amazingly smart
+Remember Pun, that's the ghetto God
+
+[Verse 3: Prospect]
+You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick
+A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit
+I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself
+Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt
+Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a 9 steady
+I'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin'
+Shit, crime heavy already
+I keep it sharper than the long 'chette
+Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy
+I click triggers: how you more ready?
+Switch quicker than Marbury
+I'm a cherry, you a strawberry
+If you lost that, mean I'm on top of the whip
+You plottin' to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip
+You stop with the quick and never make another move
+Even your mother lose
+I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues
+
+[Refrain]
+We will be here, forever – KRS
+We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part
+Amazingly smart
+Remember Pun, that's the ghetto God
+[Verse 4: Fat Joe]
+Make way for scrill', I don't play, I spray for real
+Blow your top with the Glock—that's my favorite kill
+Blaze your crib with like thirty shots
+I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops
+I play the streets with toast, 'cause the thieves is close
+Want to keep your post? Then don't beef with Joe
+Still niggas think I won't bring the heat out
+That's like sayin' Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute
+Truth first, Terror Squad: shoot first
+War with me and you guaranteed to leave the Earth
+I'm dressed to kill, my niggas rep for real
+Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal
+Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this
+Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin' your lips
+The street's a trip: either you deep or you sleep with the fish
+I keep a fifth for them niggas that's seekin' to flipEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Capital Punishment[Intro: Big Pun]
+It's mine, it's all mine you understand
+At least me and my peoples
+Can you dig that?
+21st century, thought I'd never see it
+Right around the corner, baby
+Ours for the takin'
+Yo
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+I've seen child blossom to man
+Some withered and turned to murderers
+Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin' us
+Watching us close, marketing host is here to purchase
+Purposely overtaxin' the earnings
+Nervous, burnin' down the churches
+They're scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust
+Throw us in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust
+Let's call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader
+Advance to where minorities are the majority voter
+Holdin' my own, I'm livin' alone in this cold world
+My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl
+She's an exception, some people can leap to the impression
+See, me myself, I start flippin' and fall victim to deep depression
+I'm stressin' the issue here, so we can gross the fiscal year
+Tired of gettin' fired and hired as a pistol-eer
+There's no longevity livin' off negativity
+Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
+That's how the city be, everybody gettin' they hustle on
+Judge singin' death penalty like it's his favorite fuckin' song
+Word is bond, takin' my life you know they lovin' it
+God, F the government and it's fuckin' capital punishment
+[Chorus: Prospect]
+Capital punishment, given by the government
+System so organized they get to you and who you runnin' with
+Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones
+Totin' the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne
+We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths
+For what it's worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth
+First it's turnin' tables, open our own labels
+Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+I've seen it all up close, shit out the movies you'd be buggin'
+My cousin Chuchi, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven
+He wasn't playin', blew out the flame and started inhalin'
+Baring a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin'
+Wearin' the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency
+Dishin' his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea
+Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto
+You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off
+Get off your high horse or die off like an extinction
+Boriquans are like Mohicans, The Last of the Po'Ricans
+We need some unity, fuck all the Jeeps and jewelry
+The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity
+The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado
+I guess tomorrow ain't promised unless you're Amish and death's your motto
+Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol
+Not with a Z, but a P, 'cause Punishment's what I resemble
+I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours
+A real man can't fall, he stands tall
+The Man's claws are diggin' in my back, I'm tryin' to hit him back
+Time to counteract, where my niggas at?
+[Chorus: Prospect]
+Capital punishment, given by the government
+System so organized they get to you and who you runnin' with
+Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones
+Totin' the llello for life the rightful heir to the throne
+We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths
+For what it's worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth
+First it's turnin' tables, open our own labels
+Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment
+
+[Verse 3: Prospect]
+You like that, it's Pun and Prospect
+We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin' progress
+With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made, crews to be sprayed
+Dues to be paid, nothin' y'all can do to behave
+We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs
+Even though the government, tryin' to take out our sons
+Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality
+Was raised with the street mentality
+My strategy's why my battery never die
+The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies
+It's no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour
+Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta
+While Cuban's smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas
+The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers
+This renegade blow through barricades like grenades
+I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day
+Like the twenty-four hour rotation
+I know the location, it's just a little in-for-mation
+From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era
+And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+100%[Produced by Sean C]
+
+[Tony Sunshine]
+Ooooooooooohhhhh.. Puerto Rico
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Toma
+
+[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
+Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte
+Te lo juro por mi gente
+Te juro que un dia llegara
+And we won't stop
+We always knew we'd make it
+Even though you player hated
+We still made it to the top
+
+[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
+Puerto Rock Puro, not Menudo no I'm not the one
+I'm studyin' Judo, you don't know if I got a gun
+It's Pun, from the X side of things, baguette inside my rings
+Everything I want I gets, bada-BING
+It's mine I Shyne like money that sound like Biggie
+Fuck around my town, Boogie Down my city
+Come around get pound, to the ground no pity
+Watch the sound, fo'-pound twenty round milli'
+Get smacked silly, for coming out your mug
+I'm known for bouncin' thugs from the Tunnel to the Salsa clubs
+Don't matter, put the chrome to your bladder
+Splatter your abs, have you pissin' in a plastic bag
+That's a drag now you abnormal
+Don't make me grab the Rambo
+And put some motherfuckin' stabs on you
+The night is young and I'm already fightin', hidin' my gun
+Promoter buggin' screamin', who the fuck invited Pun
+[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
+Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte
+Te lo juro por mi gente
+Te juro que un dia llegara
+And we won't stop
+We always knew we'd make it
+Even though you player hated
+We still made it to the top
+
+[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
+From San Juan to Bayamon, I'm the Don Juan beside the Don
+Live long, get your party on
+Don't let the liquor fool you, cause I'll stick it to you
+Somethin sharp to the heart, or somethin big to move you
+The Desert or the shottie, whatever you the body
+That chose to be the dumb nigga at the party
+Too much Bacardi started speakin' dumb
+Then you tried to snuff Joe, must have been Puerto Rican rum
+That's the hardcore, two years a sophomore
+Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls
+So get lost or take one, bones I break them
+Pigs are bacon, so get fried if they come
+You see that? I'm like G. Rap, 'Pac, Master P
+All balled up with a twist of Marc Anthony
+Recognize me I'm the one that's cockin' the auto
+Tony Sunshine please canten el coro
+[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
+Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte
+Te lo juro por mi gente
+Te juro que un dia llegara
+And we won't stop
+We always knew we'd make it
+Even though you player hated
+We still made it to the top
+
+[Tony] It ain't over
+[Pun] I thought you ain't like the beat
+[Tony] Te digo que no se ha acabado
+
+[Bridge: Tony Sunshine]
+La tierra del Borinquen donde nacido yo
+Aha aha aha aha..
+Es un jardin florido de magico primor
+Aha aha aha aha aha aha aha...
+Un cielo siempre nitido, que sirve de dosel
+Y dan arrullos placidos, las olas a sus pies
+
+[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
+Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte
+Te lo juro por mi gente
+Te juro que un dia llegara
+And we won't stop
+We always knew we'd make it
+Even though you player hated
+We still made it to the top
+[Frankie Cutlass sample x4]
+A Puerto RicoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Boomerang[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block
+Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht
+Something for the cops to keep 'em blind, so we can grind
+With peace of mind, turn the key and shine without being dimed
+Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado
+You know my motto: Clock G's and rock keys like Drago
+Pablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon
+We're buying out the bar and Don Juan
+And every woman's Chandonin'
+Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em
+I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction
+Up and down with the tongue twister
+C'mon on, sister, Big Pun's Mr. "Cock and Squeeze" like a gun tester
+Crushing sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back
+Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat
+Living fat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings
+Dealing with a smaller deck, just wasn't as mass appealing
+I started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money
+I called my son, he told me chill, he'd be over in twenty
+Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill me
+He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly
+Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game
+Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train
+It's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping
+Locked the clip in, started lifting
+Niggas off the ground like a magician
+I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down
+I lost it all for now but it'll take more to hold me down
+("Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!")
+[Chorus]
+Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back
+Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat
+I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses
+I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with death glasses
+Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis
+Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap
+Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path
+First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin
+
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+Now, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all or call it quits?
+Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit
+Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories
+Lift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies
+Live like the Kennedies, above the law
+Fuck 'em all
+I'm coming for the rich, thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor
+I seen it all like I said before
+The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators
+I shed it all first and be the primary source
+Of course, I bury any adversary trying to floss
+Just because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce
+Teeing off like we up North just for being soft
+A beaten horse like a slave getting minimum wage
+Feeling the gauge, front page, these are the last days
+Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil
+Shooting amigos for loot and perico polluting our people
+Moving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto
+I ain't judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels?
+The devil's got us by the balls
+That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood
+Knowing we gonna buy it all
+It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter
+And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water
+I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the Bible
+Whichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal
+[Chorus]
+Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back
+Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat
+I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses
+I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with death glasses
+Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis
+Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap
+Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path
+First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in BerlinEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Punish Me[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+I was the luckiest man on Earth, my wisdom was worth
+Any purse but had a curse that hurt worse than giving birth
+My first verse explains some of the games she was playing
+I'm blaming myself 'cause in my wealth was where her pain would haven
+Behaving like a money-hungry hooker, funny how the money took her
+From a average honey to a stunning looker
+I look back and reminisce how we used to kiss
+And smash hips in the GS I bought her last Christ'
+She got too big for her britches but The Bridge is Over
+Not the one in Queens, I mean the one she dreaming wasn't sober
+Told her how I felt, gassed me when she cried for help
+Supplied the guilt trip and I was whipped without a fucking belt
+I felt stupid Cupid struck me with a poison arrow
+Should have drowned you when I found you crushing in my boy's Camaro
+I didn't bother but you probably find your lover dead
+You robbed me of my honor, you ain't shit like my mother said
+
+[Chorus: Miss Jones]
+Come back come back come back come back to me
+Punisher punish me
+I've been so bad, so bad
+Won't you come back, please
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+Nah baby, I'm not gonna be able to do it, you blew it
+Threw it all the way 'cause you was stupid, girl why'd you do it?
+I mighta knew it by the way you gave me your baby
+Then left a day before I ever saw the son that God made me
+It's hard maybe we can make amends, be friends
+We're only hurting all of us for certain by forsaking him
+Just take it in, don't even say a word, observe the way you were
+Preserved, these words so you won't play the herb
+Ever again, never pretend that he doesn't have a father
+I'm always there and you don't wanna bother
+I honor my word on my father's grave, guide him through his hardest age
+So he can thrive and survive in these modern days
+I wanna raise my little man but you keep resisting
+I'm insisting you chill for real before you come up missing
+Listen, I don't wanna fight I'd rather do what's right
+A boy needs a father that's the most important part of his life
+[Chorus: Miss Jones]
+Come back come back come back come back to me
+Punisher punish me
+I've been so bad, so bad
+Won't you come back (come back baby)
+Come back come back come back come back to me
+Punisher punish me
+I've been so bad, so bad
+Won't you come back, please
+
+[Verse 3: Big Pun (Miss Jones)]
+I gave you everything, love letters and sweaters with leather seams
+Feathered wings and rings with emeralds right out of Geraldine's
+Several dreams of cream fulfilled, the green Deville
+Cadillac to mack, matter fact redeemed to bill
+I mean for real, I ain't playing mami
+How you wanna stay Armani fresh, giving the next nigga my punani?
+You want me back 'cause he hit it wrong, now you wanna get it on
+With the Long Don, word is bond my shit is strong
+(Come back) Girl don't even start again, I beg your pardon
+And get your hands off my six-button Cardigan
+This ain't no love lost between us far as I'm concerned
+Please leave, cut that busted weave I've been dying to burn
+Go buy a perm, try and earn some respect
+It's better to have loved and lost than to live with regret
+[Break: Miss Jones]
+Come back (come back baby)... to, me
+I want you to
+
+[Chorus: Miss Jones]
+Come back come back come back come back to me
+Punisher punish me
+I've been so bad, so bad
+Won't you come back
+Come back come back come back come back to me
+Punisher punish me
+I've been so bad, so bad
+Won't you come back
+
+[Outro: Miss Jones]
+To me, yeah yeah
+Alright, don't go, no
+Ohhhhhahahaooahhoahhohhh, hmmmmmm ohh hmmm hmm
+Yeahhhhhhhhh, take my hand, and punish me
+Hmm, been so bad, come punish me, yeahh
+Take my hand, and punish me, ohhh
+Been so bad, come punish me, oh, oh, ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)[Intro: Roc Raida & Prodigy]
+"Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned..." "Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned..." --> Rakim
+"Wake you up and as I stare in your..."
+"Wake you up and as I stare in your..."
+
+[Chorus]
+"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
+[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?
+"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
+[Prodigy] Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?
+"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
+[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
+"Yo it's the P" *cut and scratched*
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
+That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
+My rhymes get Ruger endorsements
+My song boost Intertec sales through the ceiling
+Let's talk with guns, convos 'til the po-lice come
+Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
+Burst macs like it's Hamburger Hill for real
+It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on
+My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
+We move gambit through the overcrowded
+Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
+Point the nozzle and shift your back disc
+Me and the clique-ah sit down and eat dinner
+Wake up every mornin', write a new banger
+That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
+Or the H-A-V-O-C, nigga
+[Chorus]
+"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
+[Rebel INS] Remember me, the one you got the technique from?
+"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
+[Rebel INS] Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?
+"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
+[Rebel INS] Remember Deck, I told y'all, Protect Ya Neck
+"I'm Rebel INS your highness" *cut and scratched*
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Fake one, take one, no ultimatum, face one
+There's no escape from
+Straight from the grain come the great one
+My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
+Slit your snake tongue, make one false maneuver - you a mystery
+Unsolved, the mob that revolves automatically involved
+Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
+Rock turtledove Bowery suits and purple gloves
+Me and you can have some fun, make it a blast
+You couldn't take the impact with steel shoulder pads
+Blood for blood, veteran covered in mud
+Wounded in the midst of war, still tradin' slugs, gettin' major love
+Way above you newcomers
+I come thunderin' with the heat of two summers
+When I enter the zone, move mountains with the presence alone
+Before the words rip through the microphone
+Chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
+You privatize, home in but can't seem to clone
+[Chorus]
+"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
+[Big Pun] Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?
+"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
+[Big Pun] Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun
+"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
+[Big Pun] Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns
+"You start to suffer" *cut and scratched*
+
+[Verse 3: Big Pun]
+Yo, Big Punisher's ready
+Prodigy, Deck and me, QB ("Shaolin") and Bronx trilogy
+Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your world's piece
+Foil your plans, boil your grams, take your shine
+Fold all your hands, spoil your mans, make him mine
+Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
+Drop by your dwellin', got the nueve right behind your melon
+Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
+I do it to live niggas and Pulitzer Prize winners
+You wouldn't survive, nigga, if I chose you
+Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
+Who told you, you could roll through?
+My lyrics practically rose you from the grave like The Crows do
+I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
+'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
+Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
+Joey Krillz, Pros, Cuban Link, Triple Seis, WHAT?!
+[Scratches: Roc Raida]
+"Soon you start to suffer"
+"The RZA"
+"The Inspectah Deck"
+"Yo it's the P"
+"The Punisher's ready"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Glamour Life[Intro: Cuban Link & Big Pun]
+(Uh) Glamour life style baby (dum dum dum dum), bottle the rocks (yeah yeah)
+Freeze the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo'
+Platinum status, (word word, yeah, what up?, what up?)
+Stick around
+
+[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
+Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour
+Like my man Tony Montana
+Stand and pose in front of cameras
+With my golden silk pajamas on
+Smoking havanas, drinking Don P
+Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi, while I'm in the Diamante
+Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire
+Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
+Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamins
+Cause if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense
+I represent, I meant to be the king of New York
+Went from living in tenements to a penthouse resort
+I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
+Even DeNiro know not to gamble in my Casino
+Vino on the rocks, lobster dinners with mobsters
+I got shit locked from Prospect Ave' to the tropics
+Sitting on top of the world like the sun
+A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun
+[Chorus: Big Pun]
+It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
+Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
+Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
+And get ready for the glamour life
+
+[Verse 2: Triple Seis & (Big Pun)]
+Ripped off from the Infiniti
+Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity
+Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries
+All eyes I be, on the quest for loot
+Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker
+Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha
+Heard an approacher, must be fam, or the hammer have to smoke Pun
+(Get the motherfucking guns)
+Since now I've become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's
+Dirty rats pack gats for cheese
+Bullets of breeze at light speed
+Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds
+Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's
+Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 ki's
+Please, no remorse for your two face
+As I assemble my rifle out the motherfucking suitcase
+You about to take who's place? Not Seis...
+Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace
+[Chorus: Big Pun]
+The glamour life, the glamour life, yo
+It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
+Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
+Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
+And get ready for the glamour life
+
+[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
+Yo, it's the motherfucking Don Cartagena
+The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
+Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira
+Street dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick
+Camouflaged in this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit
+My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
+Hollow tips an', cop killers with the carved initialin'
+Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
+Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke
+Always broke with your lazy ways
+Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex
+In the back seat, having rough sex
+I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit
+Think twice, I give Christ your kids
+I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning
+I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
+Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally
+We could be friend for years, cross me once that’s thievery
+[Chorus: Big Pun]
+The glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
+Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
+Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
+And get ready for the glamour life
+
+[Verse 4: Armageddon]
+Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy 'til the 40's in
+Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient
+Take all the rent, an old man wept the path his daughter went
+Dicks with the Fallopian, wide as auditorium
+She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium
+500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian
+8 cups of vodka, 4 cups of juice for sodium
+Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia
+It gets you dime bitches spitting image of Apollonia
+Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke
+Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honies I poke
+The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin'
+Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans
+Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance
+Currency's gonna murder me... it's never enough
+Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff
+Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us....
+
+[Chorus: Big Pun]
+My life... yo, it's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
+Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
+Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
+And get ready for the glamour life
+
+[Verse 5: Big Pun]
+The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight
+I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right
+Enough for looking at grave, it's paying back tonight
+Yo Twin pass the lye, pass the light
+The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit
+Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live
+I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother
+Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer
+The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice
+Men or Mice, send them to Christ in the after life
+Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it
+Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit
+
+[Outro: Big Pun]
+Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
+It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life
+The glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
+Cock the hammer, end his motherfucking life, bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Came Up[Intro: Noreaga & Big Pun]
+Yo, what the deal, baby?
+I see ya, a'ight?
+Still not a player, but you still a hater
+Ha! Pun here, where my horns at?
+Where my horns?
+
+[Bridge: Big Pun & Noreaga]
+Fa ye da da ya da da da da
+Fa ye da da ya da da da
+
+[Chorus: Noreaga & Big Pun (x2)]
+Pun, you came up
+What, what? Makin' it happen
+From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum
+But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
+Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Ay-yo, my word is bond
+Long as I'm alive, I'mma put it on
+Coulda gone to jake, shit, thug nigga 'til I'm gone
+Weight of the Bronx, I'm flippin
+Five boroughs thoroughly reppin'
+Let's unite the city and step to the world as a weapon
+'Cause everybody's checkin' for Pun, second to none
+'Cause Latins goin' platinum was destined to come
+The inevitable, heavenly, better than whatever you do
+We eligible, TS is incredibly credible
+For the revenue, we gettin' you open with lyrical dope
+And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose
+And it never quits
+Take it from TS's top terrorist
+Rapper slash hijacker, bombin' tracks ever since
+I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun
+It wasn't always this fun, ay-yo, I rose from the slums
+I had to pay my due, lay a few
+But I ain't sayin' who, stayin' true to the game
+No names, playin' it cool, just me and the crew
+Holdin' it down long as we round
+We gonna keep sockin' it to you, like Homey D. Clown
+Goin' down like 'Pac, ready to ride or die, nigga
+La-da-le-la-la-la-la-la
+[Chorus: Noreaga & Big Pun]
+Pun, you came up
+What, what? Makin' it happen
+From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum
+But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
+Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
+
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+Ay-yo, ain't nothin' changed, I'm still the same
+The way you remembered me, since the centipede
+Harder, big blacker, back in the 70's
+Try to remember me from my aggressive will
+The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal
+I used to chill on the block with Cuban and Seis
+I still do, but now it's in the blue convertible eight-- fifty
+My true niggas'll always be wit' me
+The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to diss me
+'Cause I'm a rispy, crispy for life, sixtie's the price
+Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice
+Niggas is sheist, but I psych 'em out
+Though they like to doubt
+I make 'em all believers, once I let the Tyson out
+'Cause I can vouch for only a few, only the crew
+From the old school, I consider loyally true
+I morally grew from a fool to a scholar
+Follow the rules on how to spot a plotter
+That's cool for a dollar
+I wanna holla at my peeps that's reppin' the streets
+Wrestlin' the beast of chest, restin' in peace
+Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us
+'Til I die, I'll align the souls with mine and shine for all of us
+[Chorus: Noreaga & Big Pun]
+Pun, you came up
+What, what? Makin' it happen
+From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum
+But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
+Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
+
+[Outro: Big Pun]
+Fa ye da da ya da da da da
+Fa ye da da ya da da da
+Fa ye da da ya da da da da
+For my thug niggas, thug niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fast Money[Intro: echoing dialogue between Big Pun and (someone)]
+Mad stressed
+(Yo, just chill bro, chill man)
+Nah, nah, I gotta get this money
+(Yo, chill you got everything going for you, man)
+I ain't got nothing, right now, man
+(Niggas calling you and all that, man)
+Nah, that shit was down
+('Bout to blow soon, you know?)
+Niggas ain't for real, kid. That's a dream, kid. This is reality. This is reality. This is the real world. Nah I gotta get this fucking money, kid. Word up. Fuck that, nah, fuck that
+(Whatever, man)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another three in ice
+Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus get beef tonight
+Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder
+Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter
+"Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin'
+Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him
+Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust
+In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels"
+It's settled, better put on your metal, foot on the pedal
+We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto
+Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants
+Out for the fast cash, level advance
+Takin' a chance, I've only got one, my hundred shot
+Tommy shotguns my judge, jury and Johnny Cochran
+[Chorus]
+Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
+For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy
+Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
+Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ayo the plot thickens, I'm pickin' the locks in the back entrance
+Payin' attention, not tryin' to get knocked and catch a fat sentence
+Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so
+They got the popo locked with a Don "The Rock" Muraco chokehold (oh oh)
+Their security system's linear laser protection
+No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin'
+Inspectin' the vault for weapon's assault, second of course
+It's poison, it sprays, boiled and baked in Epsom salt
+Reppin' New York is the cat burglar, the fat murderer
+Slippin' the clip in the MAC, inserterer
+Hurtin' your pockets, droppin' your stock to zero profit
+Holdin' heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like De Niro mob flicks
+Back to the topic at hand, the grand prize
+The safe flies open, the shine almost blinded my eyes
+I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold
+Passed the dough to Cuban, started movin' for the back, let's go
+That's when I heard the sirens, hopin' that my ears was lyin'
+Knew we was dyin' when I saw the guard we tortured cryin'
+Pointin' at the building screamin', "I can see them, kill 'em!"
+Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians
+Still inside, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
+Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns"
+[Cuban Shouting]
+Oye castigador, saca el fucking cañon
+Vamos pa la guerra, vamos señarlo!
+A castigarlos!
+
+[Chorus]
+Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
+For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy
+Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
+Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
+Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
+For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy
+Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
+Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
+
+[Verse 3]
+Ayo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away
+Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about the brighter day
+I cock the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock, it was diesel
+Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin' like it was legal
+We need a plan, if we can make it to the van
+Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan
+Me and my man are runnin' out of ammo, I got about a handful of Black Rhinos and two Rambos strapped to my ankles
+I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel
+Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield
+I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining
+Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker, they gaining"
+I gave him the case, told him, "Go 'head, save yourself
+Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave 'em Hell"
+For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin'
+Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggas reachin'
+*conversation and gunfight to fade*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Parental Discretion[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Ayo, I'm hard to talk to
+If you live, I probably fought you
+Stalked you where you walked to at night
+Caught you then tried to extort you
+New York niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
+This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere!
+There it is, plain and simple
+Like Jigga, my game is mental
+While slow niggas better know I blow their brains out they temples
+I'm into black magical torture
+Romantic, dramatical author
+Compatible with the average New Yorker
+A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa
+The masked enforcer, out for the cash and the cho-cha
+Smash the coca, bottle it up, watch the fiends gobble it up
+If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
+I don't give a fuck anymore
+I'm only twenty-four years old and I've already broken every law
+I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
+Runnin' up in your crib, now if you still hidin' under the bed
+
+[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
+Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes
+Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide!
+Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!
+Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+Ayo, my shit's the truth, 150 proof, no question
+Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth
+It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics
+Violence existed before our music was even suggested
+Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights
+That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
+I fight the power, spite the power the 90 percent
+Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons
+The seasons change, things re-arrange, but I stay the same
+I play the game for the wealth, until I've made myself a name
+So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
+For the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
+I ain't an actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
+Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
+With the ski mask or the pantyhose
+Makin' cameos in liquor store cameras with the twin Calicos
+
+[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
+Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes
+Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide!
+Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!
+Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey
+Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes
+Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide!
+Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!
+Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey
+[Verse 3: Big Pun]
+So forget the boom
+One look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin' you
+Liftin' you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin' you
+Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
+Havin' the enemy be the last thing you ever see?
+The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricasseein' your flesh
+Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin' the mess
+Me and TS, we testin' niggas faith just to see they face
+Expression when destined to states, that death be in the case
+I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
+Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
+I paint the wake 'cause they ain't get me yet
+Wet me or reflect me yet
+I know they comin', they just tryin' to let me sweat
+I recollect when I was just a boy, eatin' Chips Ahoy!
+Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin' noise
+No more toys, strictly MACs and missiles
+Shorties with forties packin' pistols
+Catchin' bodies makes you official
+So they say, I pray there's a better way
+My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, 'cause daddy don't play
+
+[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
+Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes
+Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide!
+Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!
+Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey
+Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes
+Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide!
+Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!
+Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey
+[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
+Word is bond
+One thing about MCs is that we don't conceal the truth
+We present real pictures about the positive and the negative
+So don't blame the hip-hop
+When your seed is learnin' the real life from us
+Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
+Parents, you don't do your job
+We gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock
+Past your bedtime
+You get your ass in bed, you ain't 'posed to be hearin' this shit
+Word up, punishment motherfuckers!
+By the Punisher and Busta Rhymes, hah
+Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggas!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Leather Face[Intro]
+What I gotta do let y'all niggas know
+I am THE. NICEST. EVER!
+Hardcore.. Commercial... What you wanna do?
+You wanna wile up, you wanna dance?
+Don't matter to me, I got it all locked down baby
+
+[Verse 1]
+It's not a game it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall
+When I bring the chain with the saw
+Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin'
+Unless you got my ends I'ma make you twins with the Headless Horseman
+Hell extortion, sell your soul, live your dreams
+Don't pay the cost then {*bam bam*}
+Say hello to the guillotine
+A killer fiends for blood
+Screams of thugs like
+Fiends for drugs
+I don't need no love
+Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex
+We're here
+I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed
+You fuckin' with Chris - fuck Pun - dead the wrath for later
+Get your calculator, the head decapitator's back forever
+Can't count how many heads I had to sever
+Half the niggas I keep
+I put em back together
+That's the terror, cut open your girl
+And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill
+You fuckin' with reel to reel, rap axe maniac
+Sound bwoy killer
+Hack hack chain-react
+Two for one - double the death, same price
+What would Big say?
+"Huh, you know that ain't right"
+[Hook x2: with samples from "Scarface"]
+It's not a game pah (Now the leg huh?)
+We're gettin paid hah (Now the leg huh?)
+It's still T-Squad (Now the leg huh?)
+What you came for
+Surgery, with a chainsaw
+
+[Verse 2]
+Word to Pac and BIG
+My Glock so big it can rock a bridge
+Drop the midsection like the top of your wig
+Ain't no bullshittin, getting the full treatment
+Special two heated missiles, 'til your crew's leaving witchu
+I rip you in half - blast that ass through a glass window
+Laugh a little (HA HA) and dash in the S-Class limo
+That's how we do it in the South Boogie
+Where tough rough rookies get snuffed out, for talking loud to me
+Why should I even consider your crew
+Shit on your crew
+Get rid of your crew, what I'm fitting to do
+I split you in two, leave you impaired when I blast the shotty
+Rip it like dope and leave you there with half your body
+We Rowdy like Roddy, probably robbing your stash
+Catch a body like Charlie up North
+Stashing knives up my ass
+Surviving the task, we the last ones left
+Blast them tecs with clips, fast as vets that spit
+Add some tips for any, bastard bitch, pappin shit
+Watch me rep til the casket from the bassinet, biatch!
+Ahora tu!
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: From *Scarface*]
+Watch what happens to your friend
+You don't want this to happen to you
+You give me the money, okayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Turn[Intro]
+Psssh.. it's my turn, y'knahmean?
+Get this motherfuckin money y'know?
+Shit..
+Yeah I went double, y'know?
+Niggas is goin' triple-five-ten platinum
+Can't do what I do
+This is my game, this is me
+(T. Squaders) Y'know?
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect
+Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck
+'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top
+Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock
+'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig
+Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
+I'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance
+But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' dance
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fuck you and yours, make way I'm comin' through the door
+And screw the law, breakin' the rules ain't nothin' new at all
+I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun
+Respect the clique that I'm from, or get lifted or somethin'
+Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin' with the fall guy
+Big Pun, the Honorable, all rise
+Sky's the limit, nothin' less if my guys is in it
+For the right price, even Christ could get it
+Fast life we live it, all my memories are vivid
+I remember only minutes, that's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies
+The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody
+And lyric which so heavenly rhythmic
+In magic do I build, but math do be equally compatible
+And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral
+I'm from the streets deep in the barrio ain't no Mario Brothers
+Official Bronx niggas, quick to body yo' mother (ouch)
+[Chorus]
+Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect
+Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck
+'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top
+Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock
+'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig
+Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
+I'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance
+But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' dance
+
+[Verse 2]
+Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price?
+You scared of death I'll make you twice as afraid of life
+I bring sight to the game for every night you complained
+You couldn't see the light, I was bright in your brain
+Ignitin' the flame, keepin' your third lit
+Speak and observe with the mind
+What are blind sleep til they worth shit
+I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire
+Reppin T. Squad since birth 'til I retire
+I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives
+And riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers moms live
+Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'mma come back with those kids
+From the back of the bridge
+I think two hand touch means tackle the bitch
+I rap for the chips, but I'm truly assassin
+Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome
+That's the pro, got beef with Pun, you gots to go
+Mafia style, tear you a new ass-a-hole
+Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain
+'Cause I don't give a fuck if I was quadruply platinum
+And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off
+'Cause in real life, you don't know
+I'll blow your motherfuckin' head off (ooh yeah)
+[Outro]
+That's my motherfuckin word, you understand?
+Thought we was a fuckin' joke? Shit
+Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me
+You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand?
+Told you before I ain't no motherfuckin' rapper understand?
+Shit, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like
+If I'mma make a song it's gon' be how I beat yo' motherfuckin ass understand? That'll be the name of the motherfucker
+"That's Why I Had to Beat Your Motherfuckin Ass"
+Featuring Tony Sunshine
+T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders
+
+[Chorus]
+And it's my turn, I demand my respect
+Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck
+'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top
+Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock
+'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig
+Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
+I'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance
+But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' danceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Caribbean Connection[Intro: Wyclef Jean]
+Warning!
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Yo, wanna rumble with the Pun, huh
+*blows raspberry* Shit on the whole industry
+Who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
+Who the only one with over a thousand guns?
+Running up in niggas cribs like I paid the bill
+Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
+I lace your grill with the firestarter
+Hit your wife with the sawed off in the shower, power-drive ya daugther
+I'm all about the fundamentals like Pun and pencil
+A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
+My mental's compatible with the radicals
+My odyssey type qualities allow me to poli' with animals
+Niggas is cannibals and the ghetto's the jungle
+Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle or live civil and humble
+My niggas'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran'
+Try to imagine what they can fathom for twenty grand
+Niggas'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
+We pound out weak shit into the ground Uptown
+Up in the Boogie Down we just wallow in jean, pile on the green
+Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring
+But now I'm a King, so it's more than money
+All the honies used to call me Punny
+'Cause my fam was always hungry
+But now we rolling lovely and you feel worse
+Want my money, let your steel burst
+'Cause I'd rather see you in Hell first
+[Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Big Pun]
+Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
+I'm selling perico
+Yo what's the deally yo
+I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
+Mucho trabajo (yo yo yo) poquito dinero
+I'm selling perico
+Yo what's the deally yo
+Huh, I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
+
+[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean]
+Yo, yo, yo keep the lights, keep the camera, all I want is the action
+The battle's on, where I roam in composition
+A hardcore crowd waiting to see if I break
+Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
+It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
+And if I get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina
+Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
+In three days, I'll rise like Christ and still sober
+Now my eyes open in my hands I got the Gatling
+I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
+Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
+I turn Mr. Roger's Neighborhood topsy turvy
+Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary
+This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery
+Bodies from World War I and II is there
+You don't want a third war, that's nuclear warfare
+So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast
+Illegal money turns legal now we running a laundromat
+Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
+You're better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack
+This ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat
+Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess
+TEC for TEC or we can go text for text, oh
+I forgot, you don't read so take this hole in your chest - blaow!
+Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
+So when the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide
+Suicide, it's a suicide...
+[Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Big Pun]
+Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
+I'm selling perico
+Yo what's the deally yo
+Uh, I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
+Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
+I'm selling perico
+Yo what's the deally yo
+Uh, I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
+Mucho trabajo poquito dineroEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Off Wit His Head[Prod. by Just Blaze]
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+I don't give a fuck! Til I die, I'mma live it up
+Hit em up, nigga what what, nigga what?
+Better watch yo' ass 'fore I pull the choppers out the stash
+And helicopter yo' ass, about a block and a half
+Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
+Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas
+Where you at Prop?
+
+[Verse 2: Prospect]
+Aiyyo it's off with his head
+Let the blood-shed, gets all my thugs down to bust lead
+Yo I rep like one of the best, my Mac numbin your flesh
+They on tracks but they runnin from death
+Who fuckin with 'spect? Yo dog, I'm the youngest to rep
+Comin correct, niggas know I blow my gun in a sec
+Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
+Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas
+What the deal Twin?
+
+[Verse 3: Big Pun]
+Yeah baby! Ayo it's off with his head
+Slap the shit out the Devil and tear his horns off his head
+Ayo it's almost over, few months we all gon' know Jehovah
+Til then I'mma keep the steel in the shoulder holster
+I ain't ready to die, bury me alive
+But if my nigga got beef, we goin together tonight
+Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
+Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas
+What you say Twin?
+[Verse 4: Prospect]
+Ayo it's off with his head
+Left a body stiff and dead with the infrared
+It's hard to survive, disarm a whole part of this tribe
+We taking niggas lives, so what? They tryin take mine
+What I'm supposed to do? Let shit slide like I was close to you?
+This murder I write, pushin a hearse, let me chaffeur you
+Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
+Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas
+What the deal son?
+
+[Verse 5: Big Pun]
+Aiyyo it's off with his head
+Nigga I was born in the fuckin Dawn of the Dead
+I always got my Dunn like I always got my gun
+Fresh out the box, oiled and cocked, Glock 21
+Once I've begun to pop, I ain't gon' stop til I'm done
+So either call the cops, or bust a shot - nigga uhh
+Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
+Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas
+Hold me down Pros'
+
+[Verse 6: Prospect]
+Aiyyo it's off with his head
+Put that nigga to sleep and make a coffin his bed
+I come from rough times where niggas bust 9's and be like fuck rhymes
+And puff dimes, living on front lines, and lust crimes
+You better trust mines, I'm down for the cause
+Gimme a round of applause and hear the sound of the 4's
+Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
+Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas
+What the deal kid?
+[Verse 7: Big Pun]
+Aiyyo it's off with his head
+Cock the lead redecorate the crib burgandy red
+Aiyyo I never front, I want whatever nigga to stomp
+Whoever want it gonna get lift with the pump
+I mention I'm dumb, my trigger finger fittin to jump
+Got the whole left side of my face twitchin and stuff
+Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
+Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas
+Take us home Dunn
+
+[Verse 8: Prospect]
+Aiyyo it's off with his head
+He ain't really want it so he lost it instead
+"Picture Me Rollin" like 'Pac in the drop, my style too hot
+To figure out, oh Lord, please don't make me put this nigga out
+My trigger shout through your area code
+The scary explos', your click get, leary of foes
+Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
+Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas
+Now it's on Twin - now it's on Twin
+Yeah, hah, now it's on Twin
+
+[Outro: Opera Steve]
+Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armaged-deon
+Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror SquadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+How We Roll[Chorus: Ashanti]
+Something, I want to tell you
+There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know
+Big Pun be the largest thang
+Straight out of the projects, mang
+And that's how we roll.. roll..
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana
+In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin' on cham-pagna
+Rollin ganja up in Bible paper, see how high the lye can take us
+Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
+I make the kind of green a hustler dream, bustin' out the custard cream Viper
+Custom piped up with the mustard seams
+Clustered green Fort Knox and hard deemer medallion
+Mockin' God, even Italians see my battalion propped abroad
+I got the Squad over-qualified, pullin' over Karl Kani
+Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide
+Sparkin' lye in the clouds and reppin' my housin'
+Like the Wu do in Shaolin
+
+[Hook: Ashanti]
+Ooohooo baby there's, something, I want to tell you
+There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know
+Big Pun be the largest thang
+Straight out of the projects
+And that's how we roll.. roll..
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat
+What you broke motherfuckers know about that?
+Lookin' fat in Marc and Pelle leather like Fonzarelli
+Sparkin Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli
+On the celly (blown Benz, chrome rims)
+Shinin' like the (stone gems) on my (gold rings)
+I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story
+That soared me from livin' poorly to a modern day Cinderfella
+I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged nigga
+But now I'm like Puffy 'cause money's thicker than blood player
+I'm still a threat but now I think before I flip
+Call my connects together and figure which cleaner's the best for the hit
+I get the job done, Pun's handlin' business
+Candlelight dinners, havin' a toast with the most glamorous bitches
+My road to riches was no Christmas
+Now we blessed with gold Lazaruses so expensive my whole family's religious
+
+[Hook: Ashanti]
+Ooohooo baby there's, something, I want to tell you
+There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know
+Big Pun be the largest thang
+Straight out of the projects
+And that's how we roll.. roll..
+
+[Verse 3: Big Pun]
+Aiyo I want it all you can call me greedy and superficial
+Long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle
+I'm tryna triple a million and split it three ways
+Joe the God, Full-A-Clips and myself, that'll be the day
+I need a way to get it already got the ambition
+Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked Expedition
+I'm on a mission which requires a higher position
+Desire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glistenin'
+I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna last
+But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin' on your ass
+I'm all about cash and the power
+A stash with the powder that lasts like hittin' ass for an hour
+Let's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocks
+So I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops
+Forget the cops, we got Deserts and Glocks too
+Ready to rock whoever tryna stop our cheddar from stockin' forever
+[Hook: Ashanti]
+Ooohooo baby there's, something, I want to tell you
+There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know
+Big Pun be the largest thang
+Straight out of the projects
+And that's how we roll.. roll..
+
+[Outro: Ashanti]
+Big Pun is the largest thang
+Joey Crack be stayin paid
+Terror Squad from the projects man.. {*fades*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Still Not A Player (Clean Version)[Intro: Joe]
+Don't wanna be a player (T.S.)
+
+[Chorus: Joe and Big Punisher]
+I don't wanna be a playa no more
+I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
+But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for
+For my thugs (I don't wanna be), for my thugs (I don't wanna be a playa no more)
+I don't wanna be a playa no more
+I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
+But you know Big Punisher still down by law
+Who's down to crush a lot
+
+[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
+Hey yo, I'm still not a player but you still a hater
+Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone
+Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks
+In house beach, French countess, ten thou piece
+Rent-out lease, with a option to buy
+Coppin' a five-oh Benz for when I'm not, far up in the sky
+Puffin' the lye, from my Twinzito
+Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico
+We go back like PA's and wearin PJ's
+Now we reach the peakage, runnin trains for three days
+Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar
+Whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla
+My, my, I'm big huh, I rip my through your hooters
+I'm sick, you couldn't measure my  with six rulers
+Hold up, chula, I'm all about getting' loot
+But I knock that boot, if you out to get HOOF
+[Chorus: Joe and Big Punisher]
+I don't wanna be a playa no more
+I'm not a playa I just crush a lot (No more)
+But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for
+Uptown baby, uptown
+I don't wanna be a playa no more
+I'm not a playa I just crush a lot (I don't wanna be a playa)
+But you know Big Punisher still down by law
+Who's down to crush tonight
+
+[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
+I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass'
+I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the
+Long as you show class, and pass my test
+Fat and breasts, highly intelligent bachlorettes
+That's the best, I won't settle for less
+I wanna ghetto brunette, with unforgettable sex
+I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
+We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep and just spark the leaf
+It's hard to creep since I found Joe
+Every pretty round brown wanna go down low
+But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'm let you know
+Once I put the blows, get your clothes, 'cause you got to go
+I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
+"You nasty Twin!" I don't care
+Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns
+Thick tongue, known to make a chick (come)
+[Bridge: Joe & Big Punisher]
+(In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly
+Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me
+But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
+When I even Luke be like "Don't stop, get it get it"
+(In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly
+Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me
+But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
+When I even Luke be like "Don't stop, get it get it"
+
+[Joe]
+I don't wanna be a playa no more (Punisher, Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher)
+But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for (Punisher, ooh, Big Punisher)
+I don't wanna be a playa no more (Punisher, Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher)
+But you know Big Punisher still down by law (Punisher, ooh, Big Punisher)
+Who's down to crush a lot
+
+[Joe]
+Boricua, morena, boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena, boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena, boricua, morena
+
+No more rollin' with an entourage
+Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad
+Punisher, Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher
+Punisher... Joe and Big Punisher
+Boricua, morena, boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena, boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena, boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena, boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena, boricua, morena
+Boricua, morena, boricua, morenaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wrong Ones[SunKiss]
+Yeah.. no more runnin
+Hahah..
+Yeah no more America's Most and all that shit there
+Rockin the mic now
+Runnin with my nigga Pun Boogie baby
+Lot of niggas fronted
+Said they gonna put me on, help me and shit like that there
+But you kept it golden with me my nigga
+That's right, you fuckers
+Dead, and still killin shit!
+
+Chorus: SunKiss + Big Pun
+
+I'm the wrong one to fuck with
+Fuck with me and you'll get stuck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah
+You ain't got no wins in mi casa
+Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
+I'm the wrong one to fuck with
+Drivebys in the truck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah
+You ain't got no wins in mi casa
+Que te pasa, hah ha..
+
+[SunKiss]
+I'm as wicked as Hitler first born
+Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone
+"Kill Niggas Softly" but not with her song
+Matter of fact I kill em viciously, brutally
+Strip them clowns down to nudity
+Shove the chrome where they doodoo be
+It's a stick up, don't try to get brave
+Don't even chance it Duke
+I want y'all motherfuckers strippin like you dance for loot
+Don't stop, give it give it - or you gon' get it get it
+Get your fuckin Yankee fitted splitted when I spit it spit it
+Y'all faggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live
+Creep through in a white 5 and snipe five
+Y'all got some trife wives
+Show me where y'all re' at, where the ki' at
+Sleep eat shit and pee at, park your 3 at
+Spark like Vietnam, tell your mom through the intercom
+"UPS ma'am sign here," send a bomb
+Leave that bitch - roasted and toasted like a chestnut
+And if I run out of milk, for cereals, I leave her breasts cut
+Got this pitbull and I feed him fresh guts - sick em Cujo!
+Steal your bitch and dick the culo
+Slam yo' ass and I don't know a lick of judo
+Fly to P.R. - stick Menudo
+Come back, cop a 6 with two-do'
+Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew
+From Washington Heights in jail I had niggas washin my Nike's
+Now I'm squashin the mic, extortionist type
+Harsh with a knife
+I'm flossin yo' ice on some Bronx shit tonight
+Chorus
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Cannibalism is livin in my metabolism
+Givin em spasms and aneurisms at baby baptisms
+That's all my thugs thinkin bout, drinkin your blood
+Boriquans love flooded rugs bloody and bloated mugs
+Even the reverend can get a severing when I'm beheading
+The Armageddon is deading demons, Jesus in heaven
+Goin back to spiritual ritual times
+What you gon' find - shiftings of Satan in critical bind
+Nevermind, I do that often, I've risen often
+Bust out my coffin, I'm a livin abortion
+Battled the Devil and deaded his demons
+Trained other beings to be in his different levels of Hell
+Still screamin
+Seein bodies bloody and babies bloated corroded
+Know the Chinese exploded
+Know they run with Gotti who know it (check it)
+I never run I never ran, the fattest motherfuckin man
+I roll with Cuban makin junk to jams
+That's all I'm knowin and I'm never kneed
+All on your soul I feed, I'm lettin punk motherfuckers bleed
+Fuckin with me, better hide yo' seed
+Better think twice, before you ride on me
+Cause I'mma lift your weight
+Then I'm droppin you in the incinerator
+Then I'm hittin the hospital and poppin two in the incubator
+That's how we do it pana, hardcore, no more goo-goo ga-ga
+Oh I'm sorry pa-pa, was you the da-da?
+Chorus 2XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Toe to Toe[Hook: Big Pun]
+Let's go toe to toe
+Any stupid ass can blast a foe
+And let me know who man enough to go toe to toe
+Somebody let me know
+Who's not afraid to go blow for blow
+And show how real niggas really roll
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Yo
+Niggas know not to front
+I can knock a chump out the box
+And just stomp fuck a Glock or pump
+So pop the trunk and grab your .38
+Ill snap your fucking vertebrae
+And match your early date to the pearly gates
+My murder rate is phenomenal
+What I'mma do
+Is crush your abdominals
+Save the talk for Donahue
+This I promise you
+Big Punisher gotta keep it real
+A puerto rock gorilla blowin' spots like godzilla
+A crowd thrilla' in the rap arena
+The Bob Jab and weaver
+That keeps niggas on their toes like ballerinas
+[Verse 2: Cuban Link]
+I"ll bag ya team up in a hundred heftys
+If you wanna come and test me
+Son forget the guns and knuckle up against me
+Ill fuck you up like Dempsey but without the gloves
+Spit out the double edge and wet ya motherfucking mug
+Wit blood
+Im rough and rugged
+I shine like a nugget
+Im the last motherfucker that you ever wanna fuck wit
+Up it
+Or get stuck by the Cuban Link
+I do my thing bringing it back and forth like a boomerang
+You can't hang
+So think again before you start rappin'
+We make it happen
+Two Latin thugs too tough to flatten
+
+[Verse 3: Big Pun]
+Fuck the clappin' lets get to scrappin'
+Grapplin' on the floor
+Niggas thinking they hardcore till I lock the door
+Figure four!
+Break ya ankles
+Shank ya face make you scream thank you
+Hang you off the roof naked just to make an example
+Handle ya business
+In this game there ain't too many winners
+Any nigga can render your existence if his aim is better
+Hold ya fort down whether with or without the four pound
+New York down for whatever
+What up twin
+[Verse 4: Cuban Link]
+I never back down
+I hold my ground and pound a body like Muhammad Ali
+Papi we can lock up in the lobby
+I be
+Bobbin and weaving leaving niggas out of breath
+Then I dig in they chest with my 5 fingers of death
+TS bringing it live from the boogie
+My crew be too deep
+Our biggest pussy will make sushi out chok and suki
+So for the rookies who be talking in riddles
+How many hits it'll take
+Before I break through your middle?
+
+[Verse 5: Big Pun]
+You too little
+I'm cock diesel with evil intent
+Leave you with dents bent off the fear that your people repent
+Set it
+Lets get it on like Marvin I'm starving to fight
+Gem Starring em slice like an orator carve with a knife
+Im deadly
+Niggas already dread me in every scary area beware of the jaw burier
+Big dog's the terrier
+Tearing the ears off of artists
+That's mostly cartilage
+No bullshitting
+You rip em right off just pull em hard enough
+Rolling with us
+You must be ready for death hit you with so many rights
+You going beg for a left
+[Hook: Big Pun]
+Let's go toe to toe
+Any stupid ass can blast a foe
+And let me know who man enough to go toe to toe
+Somebody let me know
+Who's not afraid to go blow for blow
+And show how real niggas really rollEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wishful Thinking[Hook]
+[Fat Joe] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
+[Kool G Rap] Once you rule the world every girl will want to be with you
+[Big Pun] First I get the money then I get the power
+[B-Real] B-Real love to kill, eliminatin' the cops
+
+[Verse 1: B-Real]
+Thinkin' of takin' a plane
+To take a flight out to the red light
+And smuggle ten pounds of weed
+Make it home tonight
+Be the number one smuggler in the area
+Got enough weight to fill up an aircraft carrier
+Herb slanger, Hasila Incorporated
+State to state and overseas gettin' faded
+The Buddha king had seen the green proton
+I'm bringing it on right back home to Don
+Many different strains of herb in my brain
+I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane
+Skunk and the one Chocolate Thai bud
+Niggas, let's get high in the sky, hit the blunts
+And the bongs fill up the lungs, niggas don't stop
+Fools get sprung when they get to smoke up the crops
+I give props for all the soldiers in the war
+Yo, what would you do if the world was yours
+[Hook]
+[Kool G Rap] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
+[Big Pun] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
+[B-Real] First I get the money then I get the power
+[Fat Joe] Joey crack twistin' caps, enemies I devour
+
+[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
+It was only a dream, 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's
+Lying pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face with a vengeance
+Having blocks on in the livest parts dome
+My mankind with crime is how you shine if you can't rhyme
+Dime droppers will give your fad time if you sleep
+But my mistake will be mastering heat on city streets
+And in the east I be known as Don Cartegena
+Claimin' the throne like Calderon in this heron arena
+Lacin' the china with Menida
+This felony repeater will be a leader
+Like a preacher but so much deeper
+Peep the shit that I be on, sippin' Don
+Until I'm drunk with a million in my trunk like Nicky Barnes
+Come on, I be the top extortionist
+Adopt a dozen foster kids right out the motherfuckin' orphanage
+Yea, I do it for the youth, I'm livin' proof
+All my peeps on the streets know I speak the truth
+
+[Hook]
+[Big Pun] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
+[B-Real] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
+[Fat Joe] First you get the money then you get the power
+[Kool G Rap] G Rap bustin' the gats and slangin' last by the hour
+[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
+No doubt, I be the crime story of all ghetto territories
+Soldiers at war be blowin' up niggas like Glory
+With pharmaceutical lavatories
+Majored in chemistry, PhD in streetology
+Degree in drug industry
+Combinin' H₂O with matter from crack batter
+Residue molecules scatter
+Launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter
+Mind brighter than Einstein's for crime
+G equals the MC that ain't near the square, son I gets mine
+But yo the kill will fill with force fields and shields
+And holy steel, a nigga keep it real, you know the deal
+If the stakes ain't too high for me to grab it
+I gots to have it, stack all the cabbage
+From conducting a drug traffic
+Police'll chain me and tryna find a new plot to frame me in
+They rein me in so I resort to evil thoughts like Damien
+Display my fury to the DA and the jury
+One hundred grand, the judge's hammer slams, I'm a free man
+
+[Hook]
+[B-Real] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
+[Fat Joe] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
+[Kool G Rap] First you get the money then you get the power
+[Big Pun] Big Pun's the same son, bustin' my guns for the dollars
+[Verse 4: Big Pun]
+Yo, I walk on water, spit fire and shit Häagen-Dazs
+Idolize no man like Conan and stand beside the gods
+Be larger than life, twice as nice as your idol
+Pump you with pride, then guide you straight to hell like the Bible
+I'm liable to start manipulatin' minds, infiltrate and climb
+Out the pitfalls of life, entice with nickle plated nine
+It seems every time I dream I'm in a nightmare
+I fiend to live in a world where mothers and queens of men would fight fair
+[Fat Joe:] Hell Yea!
+I wish I could, I wish I could
+Never forget this whole damn world ain't shit, not just the hood
+Yo, I'd change my life, make my wife forget the tears from the pain and physical abuse
+Give her back her best years
+Grab my chest hairs, pound my fist on the hard cement
+Spark the scent, and cloud the sky to my heart's content
+Repent if thou shall be forgiven
+How could we be proud to live in a world
+Which condemns man, child, and woman?
+Child and womanEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nigga Shit[Intro]
+Yeah..
+This is for my peoples on the street, y'know?
+Gave me love since day one..
+Y'knahmean? When I was puttin it down
+Battlin for mine, y'knahmsayin?
+Battlin - projects and neighborhoods
+Just to be heard, y'knahmsayin?
+Y'know cause y'know I used to do everything y'know?
+From that hardcore shit..
+To that commercial shit..
+To that party shit..
+That thug shit..
+That live shit, that cry shit..
+That love shit, that hate shit..
+I do all that shit..
+You know what's my true love?
+
+[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
+That nigga shit, smokin weed with my moms
+That nigga shit, slingin D and heroin
+That nigga shit, no love for the cops
+That nigga shit, gettin my dick sucked with my pops
+That nigga shit, gettin drunk with my Twinz
+That nigga shit, swearin to God I'll never drink again
+That nigga shit, gettin drunk again
+That nigga shit, three days in the pen
+That nigga shit, talkin loud at the flicks
+That nigga shit, fried rice and rib tips
+That nigga shit, lookin fresh with no ends
+That nigga shit, beatin on my sister's boyfriends
+That nigga shit, yellow tape and white sheets
+That nigga shit, whoopin my kid's ass in the streets
+That nigga shit, Iverson crossover
+That nigga shit, cheese doodles, grape soda
+That nigga shit, playin in the last car on the train”
+That nigga shit, hot sauce on everythang
+That nigga shit, nugget gold in the 80's
+That nigga shit, iced out in the 90's
+That nigga shit, shoot the place if you play me
+That nigga shit, Pun to run til they find me
+[Outro]
+And I'm out what, what what wha-what
+And I'm out what, what what wha-what
+And I'm out, and I'm out
+Puerto Rock nigga shit yo I'm outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Dick[Tony Sunshine]
+What's the deal baby?
+Some for you dick ridin' motherfuckers
+You non-believin' ass motherfuckers
+To all my niggas, I love y'all
+Ai yo pun, what's the deal, baby?
+Cuban, Raoul, whaddup mas?
+Joey Crack, what's the deal?
+T. Squaders [Incomprehensible]
+[Incomprehensible] chance-a-million [Incomprehensible]
+Didddown for liddddife
+
+I threw on my vest
+Loaded up the Smith with the hollow tips
+It's time to flip
+And blast my way to the top ten list
+Me and pun real fly
+Arrogant and we love to puff lye
+Lord, you should see my wife
+She's enough to make all the bitches cry
+Yeah, be on my dick
+
+Chorus:
+Get off my dick
+(My dick)
+My dick
+(My dick)
+My dick, my dick, my dick
+Get off my dick, my dick, my dick, my dick
+Get off my dick
+I just wanna take time
+To talk to everybody
+Who ain't showed me love
+To let me rock the mic at the party
+Now you gonna get what you deserve
+That's my dick in your mouth
+Cause me and pun
+Is gonna show you what it's 'bout
+
+[Big Pun]
+Youse a nasty fuck
+Makin' a song talkin' about your nuts
+Don't want nobody on my dick
+Lest I'm about to bust
+You doubted us
+Cause we weren't tearin' up the streets
+
+Them the same niggas on my nuts
+Like they have a fucking seat
+I love my peeps, I'll die for my amigos
+But I ain't fuckin' with freaks
+Tryin' to free ride on my bicho
+
+It's like perrico
+(What? )
+One taste you're gonna like it
+Just ask Mike
+(Mike who?)
+My dick
+[Chorus]
+
+You can catch me puffin'
+Lah-lah-lah-lah
+Lah-lah-lah-lah
+You can catch me puffin'
+Lah-lah-lah
+
+I'm the type to be puffin' that
+Lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah
+When I stressed you know I puff that
+Lah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Laughing at You[Intro: Tony Sunshine]
+Ha Ha Ha
+Do you see me now
+You remember me? The guy from the back of the class that used to wear the glasses?
+The one you used to laugh at?
+Look at me now, brother
+Do you like fruit?
+Well, I'm chewin your girls nipples
+How do you like them apples, asshole?
+
+[Hook: Tony Sunshine & Big Pun]
+I'm laughing at you
+I'm laughing at you now
+You told me I was ugly
+I was scared to crack a smile
+[Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha]
+I'm Laughing at you now
+[Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha]
+I'm laughing at you
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+600 Benz, 20 inch rims, house on the hill, hittin' mad skin
+Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
+It was all a scheme I used to load the teck with the magazine
+So I was mean but I still had a scheme
+17 years young everything seemed fun
+Still considered a veteran cause I feared none
+Pun's from the street where there ain't no rules
+But carried heat cause he ain't no fool
+Ain't no room for dollars in negative digits
+So debted followers and got rid of the quitters
+That never forget us cause we've been down since the
+Genesis 200 horse power to 400 Pegasus
+The messages don't sleep till its over
+Next thing you know shorty seven feet
+Tippin' over I'm still in the water drownin'
+Knights and murder till the immortal terror squad
+Threw me a life preserver now im ice forever
+Stomach bustin' out the white carrera
+Life is better now niggas wanna rhyme together
+¡Ay qué será! What can I do but take you to strive
+¡Ay qué hago! I hope the streets don't take me alive
+You wasted your life and refused the struggle while
+I aim for the sky pay dues and bubbles I WIN!
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+Now it's not funny cause I'm hot and got a pot of money
+A lot of hunnies around (Don't stop do the brown for me)
+My every wish is her command call her bitch she understands
+I reminisce how she used to dis me and my man
+Check part of the plan she told my son I wasn't the man
+I ain't gonna to stop till I got a heart in my hand
+I can silence the lamb but couldn't silence her cause
+She was as wild as a man with a bottle of liquor
+I'm not going to hit her I'm gonna debt her tonight
+Double platinum now shes one in the tribe well in the ride now
+Well in a fly gettin' high now no more whiteout send the cubans
+To provide now it's my world I demand my respect
+Give me your girl or get slapped in your neck
+Ain't nothin' change im still humble and modest
+And im always proud to admit I came straight from the projects
+Hardy har har har
+
+[Tony Sunshine]
+Don't you forget about me now
+Don't(4x)
+Don't you forget about me now
+Dont(4x) naw
+Nah Nah Nah Nah....
+Nah Nah Nah Nah....
+Nah Nah Nah Nah.....Nah Nah Nah Nah
+(*repeat 2x*)
+[Tony Sunshine]
+Don't you forget about me now
+I said don't..don't...don't...don't
+
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Watch Those[Intro]
+Earth to Pun.. come in Pun..
+"Look at me, I'm the Water Boy!"
+Yeah yeah yeah..
+The levels the levels the levels be good?
+Levels is good, levels is good?
+Yeah..
+
+[Hook x2]
+You got to watch those, jokers who pop those
+You know those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
+Easy to spot those, actin rah rah, talkin bla-bla
+That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh (ah-ahh)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out
+Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth
+Who can stop me? I told shorty I'ma shoot you papi
+Caught him in the crapper with the clapper;
+While he was doin caci
+I'll probably die in jail - make it through life and fry in hell
+Either way I'ma lead the way, 'cause only time'll tell
+I rhyme for real, not that imaginary vocabulary
+I really will stab you and every one of my adversaries
+There's no remorse - fuck these thug niggas, show me the boss
+Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin' up North
+I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein'
+So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem
+I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, better it there
+And no innocent bystanders to get hit with a spare
+Like I really care who catches strays from the MAC
+Like I really care who you paid to rap on your track
+Nigga you wack - you ain't bringing nuttin for us
+I got songs with the Devil and Jesus singin on the chorus
+You can't ignore us, nigga you know how we roll
+Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Can't no comp come at me, this battle the Bronx'll back We got the nicest niggas alive talkin bout, "Papi's nasty"
+Cocky crafty like Rocky sassy Puerto Rock Apache
+Posse not even the cops could catch me
+I'm too fast - four-hundred pounds, but I move ass
+Soon as you spoke, I already smoked you with two jabs
+My game is tight - you wanna play, just name your price
+Fame to ice, your brains your life, the game is sheist
+And I'm the trifest on the field
+Even in school I was nominated the most likeliest to kill
+This bastard steal, a full clip and a extra
+And I'mma blast ya til your whole click respeta
+Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra
+'tate quieta, the bitch got a bad temper
+Don't surrender - you ain't got a chance
+You be lucky to leave here half-dead, in an am-bu-lance
+So take a chance, but expect the worst
+Put my foot so far up your ass
+The sweat on my knee'll quench your thirst
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Rain & The Sun (Interlude)[Chorus]
+And though the rain
+Keeps fallin' down
+I know the sun
+Won't wash away
+And though the rain
+Keeps fallin' down
+I know the sun
+Won't wash away
+
+[Prospect]
+You see, that's what I do
+I sing, that's my outlet
+You need one
+
+[Big Pun]
+I ain't no fuckin' singer
+
+[Prospect]
+But you are-
+One of the best I've ever heard
+When you rhyme-
+It's like, it's like music to me
+It's magic
+Don't ever take it for granted
+You have a gift
+[Chorus (simultaneously playing)]
+And though the rain
+Keeps fallin' down
+I know the sun
+Won't wash away
+And though the rain
+Keeps fallin' down
+I know the sun
+Won't wash away
+
+[Prospect]
+You have to share it
+Understand?
+Come on Pun
+Just try
+One time
+Then they all know
+You understand?
+Then they all know
+That you the one
+
+[Chorus: Big Pun]
+And though the rain
+Keeps fallin' down
+I know the sun
+Won't wash away
+[Prospect + Big Pun]
+Yeah, yeah-yeah
+Like that Twin
+You got it
+Now they all know
+Got you Props
+You know I got you Twin
+Much loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+New York GiantsC'mon..
+Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh..
+(Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!)
+
+C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!!
+Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut
+Long time comin, ya heard?
+M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher
+[Pun] What'cha gon' do?
+Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah)
+Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo'
+[Pun] Yo, yo, yo..
+Ya heard me?
+
+[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
+This is for my twenty-five to life bidders
+Pork fried rice eaters
+New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters
+We the truth, don't let your dead body be the proof
+Leave your wisdom rotten with holes - and I don't mean your tooth
+I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage
+Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent
+The spirit's born, here to bring life to the dormant
+Right where you snoring from night to the morning
+Bless the mic like Elijah Muhammad
+Or Christ how you want it? I got what you need
+From God to the streets, come on motherfucker you talkin to me?
+Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you
+Bop with the dumb Glock
+Hunchback, like Quasimoto
+Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P
+
+[Pun] Set off the sirens
+[MOP] Form the alliance
+[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga
+[MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)
+[Fame] Leave em brainless
+[Danz] Hit em with the stainless
+[Fame] It's the..
+"World's.. world's.. world's famous!"
+[Pun] C'mon - violence!
+[MOP] Form the alliance
+[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa
+[MOP] New York Giants
+[Fame] Leave em brainless
+[Danz] Hit em with the stainless
+[Fame] It's the..
+"World's.. world's.. world's famous!"
+
+[Big Punisher]
+I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell
+Or ring the bell like you wanna test talk, and just - rock your world
+Like Dahved Levy, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
+Cock the glizzy give you one back peace to 'Pac and Biggie
+Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin
+Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin
+A perfect strike - let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike
+I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?
+I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural
+Attribute your crew turn those goons to statue like Medusa was lookin at you
+Clap you with your own heat - Homie
+If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G
+Chorus (first 1/2)
+
+[Pun] Violence
+[MOP] Form the alliance
+[Pun] B.X
+[MOP] Violence
+[Pun] B.K
+[MOP] Violence
+
+[Lil' Fame]
+I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)
+"How About Some.." FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name
+It's the One slash, Seven-One-Eight, slash
+M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot
+Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)
+Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you
+I rep for my cellblock niggas
+And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, "Perrico!"
+Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights
+Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes
+Merc out on machines with loud pipes
+Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and ?? bikes
+
+[Billy Danzini]
+You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)
+First (FAM).. easy soldier!
+I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot
+Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot
+Satan's got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL
+Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan
+When you found out your main man was named Danze
+Nigga - I'm filled with anger!
+You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Cobra your life is in danger
+(FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out
+BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro[Extract from the film Fresh]
+
+[Kid 1]
+Bam, Spider-Man go down
+Bam, Daredevil go down
+All them niggas is going down
+Punisher be taking they ass out
+
+[Kid 2]
+X-Men take out the Punisher
+
+[Kid 1]
+X-Man baby stuff, homes
+All their costumes
+And powers ain't shit
+Punisher the real dope, homie
+
+[Kid 3]
+Word, I seen a seven-foot-tall
+White Terminator nigga...
+With twenty guns on my roof
+Just the other day
+
+[Kid 1]
+Punisher be takin' out
+All your stupid heroes
+He be sayin'
+Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
+Take out that nigga!
+Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
+Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Legendary Cypher[Yasiin Bey (Mos Def)]
+Fake, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom
+Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
+Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
+You'll talk about me to your grandsons
+Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags
+So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags
+Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have
+Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab
+Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium
+My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians
+Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon
+Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim
+Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10
+These simpletons they mentioned in the synonym for feminine
+Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's
+Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them
+Gentlemen you got a tenement, well then assemble it!
+Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant
+Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element
+From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin
+Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP
+Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington
+Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me
+The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee
+You see me?
+[DMX]
+Yo, niggas don't know so I gotta flip
+It seem they've forgotten how dark it could get
+When I bark, when I hit, scratch like a Pit
+We both know you pussy but you stay talking shit
+What I'mma have to do dog, run up when you rest
+Catch you while you comfortable with one up in your vest
+One up in yo chest, of course they the hollows
+You goin' away today, you just lost tomorrow
+I'mma go platinum... You gots to be kiddin'? (Nah!)
+I'mma go platinum! No bullshittin'
+And I'mma stay flippin' flows, rippin' shows
+Strippin' ho's, gettin dough, let me go
+And niggas know, who the best is
+The dog, DMX is, the rest is or might as well be helpless
+I'm wreckless cause when I wreck shit
+I might snatch a niggas necklace
+And then go from like midnight to breakfast
+
+[John Forté]
+Yo, yo, my Alma mater is the rooftop, back in '85
+With summer cookouts to crack lookouts
+Mega-hookers with pocketbooks out
+The corner's where we hung out, my uncle that was strung out
+Beef during the drought and all the guns that we brung out
+Niggas hustle for cloud, Brownsville street type bouts
+Blackouts, ultra-lootin', door to door army recruitin'
+Drug lords continue shootin' in weathers, and come Novembers
+Sleep in red snow, where niggas bled so, the spot control
+Gold-chains with diamond-links makes product in kitchen sinks
+Think tanks matching to banks, stuck up bitches actin' stank
+Gun-play without provisions, went on twenty-type collisions
+Weed spots getting took when po-nine run the jooks
+Crooked beats crooks be lurkin' hurtin'
+To catch a body workin' to say they perks when
+It's a nigga head they burstin' first and last
+I'll lock your block then smack that ass
+Cum-laude and street-wise, slide fast
+[Mic Geronimo]
+Alright, I'm in fascination with the shorter words, turn to audible
+Put a little more to it try to blow through
+See it's like the way you think and I've been made to endure
+I floored rap like [?] [?]
+Gangs, straightaways moving out of buckets, some change
+Paralyzed while I hit you like Colombian King
+And I'm soaring, killing words they couldn't explain
+Spark flames, so it burn slow, feeling me every bit
+As much as Dutch know though, a ransom, my thumbs crush
+My motivation lands where the guns bust
+I know myself and the law we might trust
+Mic like a cold-brush, goin' front porch to the street
+Movin' through this life of speed
+Tryna square and exonerate, they're here to eat
+Besides that, dude you got me feeling the beat
+It's like this, freestyle off of the cap
+With my nigga Big Pun, cause he bust mad raps
+That's DMX, we rock this shit, no doubt
+With my nigga Canibus, let me show you how
+Now we get down to the specifics, the Heineken
+I be grabbing up the mic before we rhyme again
+What time again? Don't talk to brainless such
+People around the way tell me that I smoke too much
+I'm rolling in the Dutch, that's the thing I do
+While I'm chilling with my niggas from the Q.U
+The zoo niggas ride, we like gorillas and such
+While we ripping you through cause we just too much
+Freestyle off the top of my brain, I maintain
+Showing the motherfucking stress in the game
+Still I wouldn't break, the flow fast, Speedy McSlow
+Geronimo, I get the dough nigga, what?
+[Big Pun]
+I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
+Your squadron'll be barred from rap
+Like Adam and Eve from the garden
+I'm carving my initials on your forehead
+So every night before bed you see the BP shine
+Off the board-head, reverse that, I curse at the first whack
+Nigga with the worst rap cause he ain't worth jack
+Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
+Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack
+Hand him his purse back
+I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
+Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
+Like Nat King, I be rapping and tongues packing the ones
+Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns
+It's Big Pun, the one and only son of Tony Montana
+You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana
+C'mon pana, we need more rhymers
+Feel the marijuana snake bite; anaconda
+A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
+Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana
+Comma and go the whole nine like Madonna
+Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar
+I'm pure adrenaline uncut, straight to the gut medicine
+Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane
+Simple and plain I'll explain it in layman terms
+If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn
+Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser
+As smart as MacGyver can put honor inside the heart of a liar
+Involved in a life of crime, fuck it I like the shine
+Up in the white and lime, clutch with the pipe design
+Plushed out, both pockets about to bust out
+If you not in it for the spinach, get the fuck out
+Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right
+Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished, say goodnight
+Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet
+Settling beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat
+But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter
+It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on stagger
+So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound
+You ever heard, desert bird player, you outta bounds
+You could ramble out the mouth, like you Rambo
+But you slouch, if we battled you'd be out
+Without a shadow of a doubt and that's the ugly truth
+Killers walk with muddy boots
+Once my dogs cut me loose, that's a bullet in your bubbly-goose
+Fuck is you talkin' like you crazy? Barkin' like you wady
+I'll have you crawlin, walking like a baby
+Don't try to play me cause I'm not a playa
+Aiyyo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potata
+I'm 'bout to make a million dollars but still I'm rowdy
+So I hope I'm rap and rhyming before I have to kill somebody
+That's how it is in the stone jungle if you known to own a bundle
+Guaranteed a nigga gon mug you
+And no one love you when you broke as shit
+Focus kid, commercials don't lie, curse you to die
+Coke is it, rob your life away, that's a big price to pay
+Forgetting to teach his kid how to ride his bike today stupid
+
+[Canibus]
+Let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
+You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine
+That's a bitch move, somethin that a homosexual rapper would do
+So when you say that you platinum, you only dropping clues
+I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
+Researched your footnotes about how you used to sniff coke
+Fronting like a drug-free role model, you disgust me
+I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
+You walk around showing off your body ‘cause it sells
+Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
+Mad at me ‘cause I kick that shit real niggas feel
+While ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high heels
+From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
+Now you want to fuck with me? Nigga you crazy
+You dripping with wack juice, and you can't get it off
+You better be prepared to finish what you start
+Give me the respect that I deserve or I'mma take it by force
+Blast you with a fourty-five colt, make you somersault
+Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
+Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
+It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first
+That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse
+That shit was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life
+‘Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March ninth
+God bless his soul rest in peace, kid
+It's because of him now at least I know what beef is
+It's not what I would call this, see this is something different
+A faggot nigga tryna make a livin' off of dissin'
+Somebody that he gotta know is better than him
+But he feeling himself ‘cause he got more cheddar than him
+Well let me tell you something: you might got more cash then me
+But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me
+And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
+Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
+I'll let you kick a verse... fuck it, I'll let you kick 'em all
+I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud
+Clap, clap, now watch me rip the tat from your arm
+Stick you in the groin, kick you in your Vanguard award
+Stacks a Vanguard award
+In front of your mom, your first, second and third-born
+Make your wife get on the horn, call Minister Farrakhan
+So he could persuade me to squash it, I say "Naw, he started it
+He forgot what a hardcore artist is"
+A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
+Trained to run twenty miles in soft sand
+On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off-hand
+From a lost and forgotten land
+You done did it, man, you done spitted some wack shit
+And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it?
+Fuck that! ‘Cause like Common and Cube, I see the bitch in you
+And I'mma make the world see it too
+Straight-up and down
+
+[Canibus]
+Canibus and the Punisher
+The ultimate executioner's dream
+Swinging the guillotine
+Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon
+The brain remains conscious for ten seconds
+Long enough for me to give you one last message
+And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it
+Don't ever get it confused
+Fuckin' with Canibus the human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove
+Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed
+Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew
+From Moet bottles, to bar stools, fruits, and foods
+You got a album out? You get hit with your CD, too
+Runnin' outside lyin', cryin', denyin'
+That you ain't The Gay Rapper but you got fucked by him
+What's the difference? Y'all niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness
+Too busy mixin' your bidness with your bitches
+While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures
+So wicked, I got Satan ejaculating all over his fingers
+Like Dirk Diggler in the middle of Boogie Nights
+Sniffin' white, living the hype, he ruined his life
+But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right
+So make sure your grip is tight or I'ma snatch your mic
+Word up, like thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+My WorldUhh, yes y'all baby
+Yeah, yeah, work it out
+Work it out dawg, work it out now
+Uhh, y'all motherfuckers, big dawgs in the house what?
+Terror Squad what? Terror Squad what?
+I ain't a rapper, I just bust a lot, off the top
+What, yo, yo
+
+[Big Pun]
+The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
+My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip
+I never reject an offer to battle
+Slap a coffin on the saddle
+And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
+Niggas talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin' nothin'
+If ain't blazin' somethin with the MAC I'm in the shack bakin' muffins
+Fake the funk and get your rump roast
+One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close
+Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my squad been waitin'
+For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin'
+An orgi-nation of veterans built
+With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
+Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills
+My tec and my steel turn your whole crew into vegatables
+We blessed with the will to never surrender
+'Cause my every agenda's in and out
+Unseen like I entered the ninja
+[Chorus]
+It's my world girl, either love it or leave
+If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin' the weave
+Suckin' the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue
+Baby don't stop, that's how you bring it to Pun
+If this is my world, I'd be Tony the man
+Call me The Godfather, controllin' the fam'
+Runnin' the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king
+Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings
+
+[Big Pun]
+Stupid.. gimme yours
+You be lookin' bunny rabbit
+Give your pants bunny rabbits, what you know about that?
+I ain't about to pop you stupid
+
+Fuck the small talk, niggas know Pun keep the fo' cocked
+Don't walk too fast, might pass through the wrong block
+Don't stop, keep it movin', the streets'll ruin
+The average man, faster than, the motherfuckin' teamsters union
+We doin' dirt cause we gotta, five dolla a hour
+Three kids and my motherfuckin' big mama
+My Sig Sauer got different plans, God knows I'm just a man
+So hide your wrist if it's glistenin
+Listen man, we just niggas tryin' to work it out
+Listen friend, strictly biz it's nothin personal
+We thirsty now and I ain't drinkin' out of plastic cups
+Platinum plus (Thorough) crystal glasses with the fancy cuts
+Fancy us, livin' life lavish
+Drippin' ice cabbage, livin' in the six, with some white bad bitch
+Tight package I gotta pass
+I'm from the ghetto nigga, I like a lot of ass
+[Chorus]
+It's my world girl, either love it or leave
+If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin' the weave
+Suckin' the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue
+Baby don't stop, that's how you bring it to Pun
+If this is my world, I'd be Tony the man
+Call me The Godfather, controllin' the fam'
+Runnin' the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king
+Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings
+
+[Big Pun]
+Word life T. Squad holdin' it down, y'knahmean?
+Gettin' this money by any means baby
+Let me get the fuck up outta here, 'fore I break somethin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Uncensored[Big Punisher]
+Big motherfuckin Pun in the house
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+Pun easy, Pun..
+
+[Big Punisher]
+C'mon now it's me baby, from the Bronx, c'mon
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+You right, you right, fuck it
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Ahh, there we go
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+So, I mean, since we on the, Pun man, I mean
+I'ma be honest with you, I mean, y'know
+I know we discussed a lot of things tonight
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Tell me you remembered the joints right?  Say it
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+Pun I, I heard you are really, really fuckin
+I mean..
+[Big Punisher]
+Yeah!  *both crack up laughing*
+No doubt!
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+I mean Pun, I mean, y'know I mean
+I'm hearin, I'm hearin you
+I'm hearin, I'm hearin you doin your thing
+
+[Big Punisher]
+I'm tryin y'all
+I'm tryin man y'know
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+Ya ya CRUSHIN a lot?
+I'm hearin ya, ya know those, those rumors
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Get it off your chest, what you got to say?
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+I'm hearin these rumors man, those rumors is..
+
+[Big Punisher]
+A lot of pussy right?
+*Flex cracks up*
+Tell me the rumors, c'mon *Flex still laughing*
+That we the best, what is it?
+*Flex laughing* C'mon
+Terror Squad got ten million dollar, uh, advance coming?
+What is it?
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+I'm I'm, I'm hearin I'm hearin the girls man
+I mean, there's a lot
+
+[Big Punisher]
+The women they love me
+They love me, they love me
+Biggie gave me a couple of pointers yaknowhatI'msayin?
+I gotta use that man, gotta use that, they love that
+See you know a few pointers, yaknowhatI'msayin?
+I'm sayin give it to me and tell me what Puff's crew already knew
+We're utilizing that
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+I'm I'm, I'm hearin you
+I'm hearin the, aff aff, you know
+That like, a few girls and hearin some more, some stories
+Of orgies with Terror Squad
+
+[Big Punisher]
+We get, we get down
+We run trizznain
+Say trizznain
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+Trizznain
+[Big Punisher]
+Trizznain, we run trizznain
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+Trizznain
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Trizz Nathaniel to you
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+I'm hearin, I mean, I'm I'm hearin
+You and Joe are out at, y'know, out there fuckin
+
+[Big Punisher]
+We do our thing
+We we're like, two fuckin wild bears, just
+*Flex cracks up 'Get out of here!'* .. in the woods, naked
+It's a sight, it's a sight
+*Flex crackin up*
+Son you can't look directly at our asses
+You'd go blind *Flex crackin up*
+But if you glimpse look y'know, you can catch us
+
+[Funkmaster Flex]
+I can't fuckin take it! *gasping for air*
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Sent out to Tracy
+*Flex laughing and howling*
+Easy.. you have to run trizz with us one time
+Then you'd know
+
+[Funkmaster Flex] *in a high pitched voice*
+I can't fuck with you!  Ohh shit!
+Ohhhahaha, yo..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Mamma[Hook: Tony Sunshine]
+Mamma.. I don't understand
+Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man
+I said mamma.. now I'm on the run
+Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh.. what have I done?
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby
+Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me
+Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four
+Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour
+And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly
+"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?"
+That ain't right! I had to put him in his place
+Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?
+I put 'em in his face
+I didn't have to disgrace myself, I hate myself
+AHORA A TU *BLAH BLAH* Brace yourself
+Thats the law the streets are like basketball
+Sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off
+Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?
+Too much hate, time to break the lock
+I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em
+I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him
+That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row
+Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies
+You get life for three in a row
+Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks
+I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me
+But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby
+She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll
+Made me believe I could achieve the impossible
+Now you know one of my weaknesses, but Punisher keeps it glizz
+So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is
+Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber
+Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger
+Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself
+That's how you'll end up twelve years old;
+Bein charged as an adult
+Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes
+Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate
+How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit
+Until I finally realized, we're just niggas and spics
+That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?
+Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail
+Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system
+You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description
+.. fuck you talkin about? I live here
+This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!
+That's my daughter right there playin.. fuck off me!
+Get the fuck off!
+[Hook]
+
+[Bridge: Big Pun]
+I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once
+To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart
+But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters
+And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother
+God bless her soul
+And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me
+And for this I give you my soul, I love you
+
+[Hook - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]
+
+[Outro: Tony Sunshine]
+Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma..
+I just killed a man..
+Ma-mmaaaa.. what am I to do?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Ms. Martin[Intro: Big Pun]
+Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool 'em
+Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, knahmean
+In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfuckin' man
+Y'all niggas better lay low
+Catch you where it hurt, knahmean
+Blow your balls off nigga
+
+[Refrain: Big Pun]
+Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC, better believe that
+She always got my back, nigga twirl that
+About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
+She don't know how to act, 'cause that's my girl black
+With that monster rap, better believe that
+You know the Bronx is back, she represent that
+'Cause Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
+My niggas love to scrap
+
+[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
+I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers
+I'm troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers
+The type to cop a Range along with all the features
+Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches
+A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her fetus
+Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys can't beat us
+Straight strong armin', bombardin', and bogardin'
+Remy don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon
+It's Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin'
+While fraud broads don't get no publishin, still be bitin'
+They kill me lyin, like they the ones doin the scribin'
+When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin'
+I flows like water, got this drizzle with little C
+Catch me with Pun eatin Skittles in the middle of Little Italy
+Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot and drop shit
+Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
+Take another pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me
+Come through in a jail suit, and the new Beef and Broccoli's
+Doin it, If I'm havin a good time and you ruin it
+I seen a nice casket that'll look good with you in it
+New improved shit, the year start with a two shit
+Next millennium, sell a million, Clue shit
+Exclusive, to tell the truth, y'all useless
+'Cause I'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list
+[Refrain: Big Pun]
+Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC, better believe that
+She always got my back, nigga twirl that
+About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
+She don't know how to act, 'cause that's my girl black
+With that monster rap, better believe that
+You know the Bronx is back, she represent that
+'Cause Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
+My niggas love to scrap
+
+[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
+Remy Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
+Remy, cash like a check in a stash
+Me without rhymes is like a flynt with no flash
+Stripper with no ass, car with no gas
+Tryna go fast, I love to hear the guns go blast
+I love the sounds of the shells fallin' down
+Love to smoke weed, stay blowin' trees, fuck liquor
+When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up
+You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our guns is bigger
+If you really wanna kill us, do it nigga pull the trigga
+How you figure, you could really come and take what's mine
+And all I gotta do is send a little letter to Rah
+He'll send the troops out, my brother don't hesitate to pull a tool out
+And I'm his little sis, so he taught me the same shit
+Quick to flip, but your name should be prickless
+'Cause every time you open your mouth, you suckin' my dick
+Talkin' shit, as if you a soldier,nigga
+When you a no cash, low class, doja nigga
+Y'all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders, nigga
+Look over your shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga
+Inhale, cock back and bust, just because
+I know none of y'all busters is touchin' us
+I got the thoroughest thugs and, baby reminisces
+That don't give a fuck, with a aim that never misses
+Hugs and kisses never, just slugs and stitches
+Thugs and bitches forever, check the mugshot pictures
+Fuck the weather, I still got my tan Timbs on
+Just copped the pink mink, and winter been gone
+I been on this thug shit y'all can't seem to fuck with
+My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin' mustard
+No fair, 'cause I don't care I go to war wit a musket
+Just give me some Oreos, a jar of 'dro and two dutches
+'Cause Pun be the nicest motherfucker on the market
+Now he got the nicest bitch, what, Remy Martin
+[Refrain: Big Pun]
+Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC, better believe that
+She always got my back, nigga twirl that
+About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
+She don't know how to act, 'cause that's my girl black
+With that monster rap, better believe that
+You know the Bronx is back, she represent that
+'Cause Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
+My niggas love to scrapEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Classic Verses (Drop it Heavy and Fantastic 4)* [Verse One] -- from the Show & A.G. "Full Scale EP"
+* [Verse Two] -- from the DJ Clue CD "The Professional"
+
+[Verse One]
+Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
+But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence
+Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up
+If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
+Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
+Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was
+Official thugs in the drug profession
+Drug connections, drug addictions
+Still seein the judge for drug possession
+The four-D's, all these is more reas'
+To either get big, or leave and let live
+We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
+We probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf
+I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze
+Don't try to breeze, or I'mma squeeze and blast the back of your knees
+Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
+My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
+You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath
+You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
+You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed
+Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick
+Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album
+I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island
+You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits
+How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthenics
+I'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics
+My matureness is my insurance
+Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit
+You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison
+You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join em
+I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel
+I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils
+Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours
+Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours
+[Verse Two]
+Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S
+Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
+Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
+Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
+Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound
+Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown
+Talk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown
+Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground
+Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip
+You keep playin.. and I get furious quick
+And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
+Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil
+I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit
+Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
+I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Acura
+Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
+It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act
+My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
+I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
+With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongooseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Lyrically Fit[Intro: Various]
+Yo, yo, Elaquaz Gates speaking
+Y’all know me
+Once again, we definitely do not need no hooks
+(Word up)
+No hooks
+This is the TWIsMer symphony
+‘Til infinity!
+Yeah!
+What you want?
+Yeah, check it, check it
+Something like this, check it
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Yo, why you rhyming like you killing niggas
+You ain’t never feel a trigger
+Screaming that you real, but you’re still beginners
+I make examples out you ample rappers
+Smack you, make you trample backwards
+Catch you falling flat then strap you back in Pampers
+That’s a sample just to let you know
+Test me and invest in souls
+Especially on some flesh meats that was left on skulls
+Those opposing, holding grudges, will be holding crutches
+Motherfuckers blasting me, that’s blasphemy, I’m old to roughage
+Who’s the toughest? As rough as they come, I’ll snuff ‘em
+Any one of you bluffing, my name ain’t Punisher for nothing
+Keep huffing and puffing, I’ll blow your face in
+When me and Seis and my ace in the hole lyrical assassin be Triple Seis-ing
+Chasing po-po out of puerto town, loco ‘til I part the ground
+In my coffin tossed into the lost and found
+Down in deep beneath the weather in my leather job
+Six feet forever, half-asleep— Bronx niggas never die
+[Verse 2: Chris Rivers]
+I be the awesome maker, off the coffin breaker, awesome order shaker
+Work invader, Jordans flossing off then I’m the chocha taster
+Clique vodka knickerbocker, wicked boxer, sickest monster
+March, Scala uppercut them thick sponsors you dick-chompers
+Incredible, Tennessee’s dragging blood in the pedigree
+Immortalizing everyone, beat you down for like centuries
+Impressing me? Barely, your life is not necessary
+I’m Peter Pan to you fairies, nefarious action bearing
+Criminal, lyrically I’m parallel yet minimal
+Keep on talking shit, I’ll put your body with the minerals
+Grow a tree, known to be explosive, ain’t no holding me
+Fifty thousand blunts and you could count ‘em as my potency
+Ocean-deep inside your mom’s esophagus
+Gargle it and hawk up spit
+Shut up, little nigga, give your moms a kiss
+Pitiful, and we never stumble on the lyrical
+Even if we stutter, we will still sh-sh-shit on you
+
+[Verse 3: Cormega]
+You know exactly what you dealing with, a captivating lyricist
+Who get it in with a pen or extended clip, killin’ it
+Like children in the city of God, we rock Timberlands
+While chilling on villainous blocks, you not built for this
+Infinite skill is genuine, realism
+Apparently I give you a clear picture
+So you understand I’m not playing with you, better ask somebody
+Go by my men who show me love, loyalty, and respect
+Or your family crying as you lying
+That’s my word I’m standing by
+The red dot on your head will leave you absentminded
+For acting live, the man who’s wiser advances higher
+If you think life’s a bitch, the passion’s dying
+You lack the fire to satisfy, the smasher-riders
+Thinking they can see me are merely blinded by their denial
+It’s a clear reminder, there’s levels, I continue rising
+You and your feelings are for women, I have the finest
+[Verse 4: Shaquille O’Neal]
+My caliber’s incredible, Shaq is a regular
+Hunting down your sector or moving like the Predator
+Camouflage injecter-a, rhyme rector-a
+Front-line connector of drastic measure-a
+Round One recommender-a in the splendor of
+In my crib I create, send your ass upstate
+I’m remarkable, remake, you remind, I retake
+I was born this great, you reenact your fate
+Fool, niggas in the boroughs better activate
+Expeditiously, Shaq will get loose on brakes
+Twenty-four hours, seven days a week
+My God, tell me what y’all know about me
+I blow up your block like a M-80
+A blockbuster, whether or not my style’s gutter
+Niggas talking shit, damn, y’all can’t fade me
+You the past, bro, gone like the ‘80s
+
+[Verse 5: Easy Mo Bee]
+Break it down, Shaq, a few of these emo got that back black
+From Brooklyn to Orlando, we play, top-of-the-stacking ‘em
+We racking ‘em, tray two on the knapsack, click-clacking ‘em
+With caliber, having a good time getting back at ‘em
+TWIsM, get wism, recognize the O’Nealism
+Soul survivor, I strive, more beats is what I give ‘em
+I live ‘em, eat, swallow, and breathe one, heard you need one
+Word is bond, put that down on my only seat, son
+Running full-court, five mics in The Source
+Elbows and knees, please give respect to the boss
+The on-the-real, the on-the-regular, the go-for-jugular
+The rap smuggler, the giving-props-to-Smoothe-da-Hustler
+Rappin’ is fundamental, sole survivor in the nation
+You face it, the crew next a few, man, lace ‘em
+[Outro: Big Pun]
+The bigger we are, the harder we hit
+The harder we hit (What, nigga?)
+Lyrically fit for this type of shit
+Push us in a corner and we’re coming out
+Fighting, what you’re writing ain’t important
+Not the spite, it’s full extortion
+The bigger we are, the harder we hit
+The harder we hit (What, nigga?)
+Lyrically fit for this type of shit
+Push us in a corner and we’re coming out
+Fighting, what you’re writing ain’t important
+Not the spite, it’s full extortion
+Full extortionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+How We Roll ’98{*dice being shook up and thrown, i.e. "Tumblin Dice"*}
+
+[Big Pun]
+You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana
+In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin on cham-pagna
+Rollin ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us
+Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
+I make the kind of green a hustler dream
+Bustin out the custard cream Viper
+Custom piped up with the mustard seams
+Clustered green Fort Knox and hard (?) medallions
+Mockin God even Italians see my batallion pull out the broad
+I got the +Squad+ over-qualified, pullin over Karl Kani
+Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide
+Sparkin lye in the clouds and reppin my housin
+Like the Wu do in Shaolin
+
+[Hook: A. Rios, C. Rios, V. Rios, Veronica]
+There's something I want to tell you (I want to tell you)
+There's something I think your crew should know
+Big Pun is the largest (so large) we straight out of the projects
+That's how we roll.. (that's how we roll..)
+
+[Big Pun]
+I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat
+What you broke motherfuckers know about that?
+Lookin fat in Marc and Pelle leather like Fonzarelli
+Sparkin Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli
+On the celly blown Benz, chrome rims
+Shinin like the stone gems on my gold rings
+I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story
+That soared me from livin poorly to a modern day Cinderfella
+I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged nigga
+But now I'm like Puffy cause money's thicker than blood player
+I'm still a threat but now I think before I flip
+Call my connects together
+And figure which cleaner's the best for the hit
+I get the job done, Pun's handlin business
+Candlelight dinners, havin a toast with the most glamorous bitches
+My road to riches was no Christmas
+Now we blessed with gold Lazaruses
+So expensive my whole family's religious
+[Hook]
+
+[Big Pun]
+Aiyyo I want it all you can call me greedy and superficial
+Long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle
+I'm tryin to triple a million and split it three ways
+Joe the God, Full Eclipse, and myself - that'll be the day
+I need a way to get it already got the ambition
+Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked Expedition
+I'm on a mission which requires a higher position
+Desire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glistenin
+I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna last
+But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin on your ass
+I'm all about cash and the power
+A stash with the power that lasts like hittin ass for an hour
+Let's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocks
+So I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops
+Forget the cops, we got Deserts and Glocks too
+Ready to rock whoever tryin to stop our cheddar from stockin forever
+
+[Hook] - 2X (*with variations*)
+
+[Big Pun]
+Straight out the PJ's Twinz, Soundview!
+Castle Hill, can't forget Bronx River
+Lil Villes.. huh, the Forest Projects, Eden Wald
+Bronxdale, the Bronx baby straight out the PJ's
+That's where we fromEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hot 97 freestyle[Verse 1]
+Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
+Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
+Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
+That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
+That's, mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
+The marriage, a bond of havoc and song
+This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
+There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked
+In the closet of my castle of Grayskull
+I'm possum at grade school, that's how I have to debate you
+Raps are like cables, snatchin' you fatal
+That's how master degrades you
+I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soo) if he passes through my label
+Snatchin' his halo
+God I pray that you send my father back as an angel
+Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
+I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
+I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
+That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable
+
+[Verse 2]
+Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggas is praisin' me
+Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
+It pays to be amazingly flavery
+Gaze Into my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
+Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
+Where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
+New York niggas is trigger happy, Pataki scared
+This town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
+There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
+While slow niggas better know I blow their brains out they temples
+I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
+Compatible with the average New Yorker
+A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
+Out for the cash and the cho-cha
+Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
+If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
+I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old
+And I've already broken every law
+I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
+Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed
+[Verse 3]
+Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
+Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
+I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead
+So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the (board head)
+Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
+Cuz he ain't worth jack
+Hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
+Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
+Hand him his purse back
+I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
+Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
+Like Nat King, I be rappin' and tongue's packin'
+The ones, magnums, cannons and gatlin' guns
+It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony, Montana
+You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana
+C'mon-pana we need more rhymers
+Feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda
+I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my persona
+Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana
+Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna
+Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda grammaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Don’t Care[Cuban Link]
+Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P
+Latins Goin Platinum baby!
+Yeah yeah, yeah..
+Uhh, year 2000
+Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)
+We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)
+(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)
+Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)
+We rock the party and..
+
+[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
+YEAH, I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun
+My fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover
+The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler
+Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler
+Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular
+Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us
+T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby
+So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy
+You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?
+With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE
+Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT
+In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK
+If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK
+It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP
+Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS
+She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK
+So nigga WHAT?
+[Chorus: Big Pun and Cuban Link]
+[Pun] Tear the club up!
+[Link] Cause we don't care
+[Pun] E'rybody strip
+[Link] Yeah we don't care
+[Pun] Shoot the place up!
+[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)
+We don't care (nuh-AH!)
+We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
+[Link] Yeah we don't care
+[Pun] T. Squaders
+[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care
+[Pun] Fuck you nigga!
+[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)
+We don't care (nuh-AH!)
+We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
+
+[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
+Yo
+I'm livin in madness, given the Spanish props
+I got to have it
+Loadin and bustin' up mad clips, gettin' up asses
+Grabbin' the girls on they asses
+Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls
+Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Giuliani laws
+My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver
+And holdin the Glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot
+Baby better head for the hills, my niggas wild for the night
+My lead ready to peel this shit really real
+My clip really filled, your chick better chill
+My dick fit to kill, we fittin to ill
+No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers
+Sour the grapes of those opposin the Squaders
+Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama
+I'mma keep it funky for homies up in Elmira
+You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge
+Carter kids stuck to the projects
+Go ahead keep checkin that ball
+N' me n' Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips
+Keep talkin that thug shit like you bored
+In a year? when you gonna buck shit?
+Whether there's hundreds
+And what? this count as more shit
+[Chorus: Big Pun and Cuban Link]
+[Pun] Tear the club up!
+[Link] Cause we don't care
+[Pun] E'rybody strip
+[Link] Yeah we don't care
+[Pun] Shoot the place up!
+[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)
+We don't care (nuh-AH!)
+We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
+[Link] Yeah we don't care
+[Pun] T. Squaders
+[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care
+[Pun] Fuck you nigga!
+[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)
+We don't care (nuh-AH!)
+We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
+
+[Cuban Link]
+Uhh..
+Yeah..
+Big Punisher..
+Cuban Link..
+Terror Squad..
+Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way..
+Anything goes..
+The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sex, Money & Drugs[Next]
+Whoahhh yes (Next)
+Honey yes yes (Big Pun)
+
+Intro/Chorus: Big Pun and Next
+
+(Sex)     Sex money and drugs
+(Money)   Where I rest it's all about whips honeys and thugs
+(& Drugs) See me run with the Playboy Bunnies up in the clubs
+But I only trust the homies that know me now show me love
+(Sex)     For my thugs what?  Sex money and drugs
+(Money)   Where I rest it's all about whips honeys and thugs
+(& Drugs) See me run with the Playboy Bunnies up in the clubs
+But I only trust the homies that know me now show me love
+
+[Big Pun]
+Let's Talk About Sex, quiet as kept, we all X-rated
+The flesh make it hard to resist, I can't take it
+But I'm only human, on a quest to find a horny woman
+Lonely enough to ball with me, Seis, Tone and Cuban
+We run trains like Amtraks, orally remove your Tampax
+To show you how a real man acts
+I ain't embarassed, but I ain't ready for no baby carriage
+Especially if the date is average and I ain't a savage
+We be at it like jackrabbits, I'm a Kraftmatic
+So catch your breath, if you asthmatic
+Let me backstab it with my magic wand, ask your moms
+If Long Dong can fuck with Don Juan it's on
+Got my jaw right on top of your spine, relaxin your mind
+I'm top of the line so it's not gonna slime
+It's not just a rhyme precious, it's my pleasure
+It's just another day in the hood for me and my niggas
+My niggas
+Chorus
+
+[Big Pun]
+Aiyyo I want it all, you could call me greedy or superficial
+Long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle
+I'm tryin to triple a million and split it three ways
+Joe the God, full eclipsin myself, that'll be the day
+I need a way to get it already got the ambition
+Start the ignition watch for the NARCs in the marked expedition
+I'm on a mission which requires a higher position
+Desire efficient used the fire inside of me glistenin
+And I'm infinite like math so I'm gonna last
+Whatchu wanna laugh all day, bullshittin sittin on your ass
+I'm all about the cash and the power, I stash with the powder
+The dash like hittin ass for an hour, let's get it locked
+I want a watch with baguetted rocks
+So I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops
+Forget the cops, we got digits and Glocks too
+Ready to rock, whoever tryin to stop my cheddar from stockin forever
+
+Chorus
+
+[Big Pun]
+It's hard holdin on, singin the words to the same song
+Remainin strong through the storm but the rain is long
+The pain is gone only when I sleep
+But even then when I'm in it deep I dream that I'm bein beat
+I seen the beast take life and say he had a knife
+The truth was, he had a wife who never even had a fight
+It's paradise for some and hell for others, they tell us
+They love us long as we kill our brothers and stay out the suburbs
+These motherfuckers think we dumb and blind, but there come
+A time in life when I gotta fight for what is mine
+So I'ma shine summertime hard, feel me rhyme God
+Alter your light table like a tripod, it's type hard
+So you need to listen, if you puffin weed or sniffin
+Motherfuckers always gonna treat you different
+Play your position, don't get caught up in the game
+Cause snortin cocaine, is like feedin pork to the brain
+Get it together
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Dream Shatterer (Original)[Production by Buckwild]
+
+[Verse 1]
+Aiyyo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
+Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
+I'm carvin my initials on your forehead
+So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head
+Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
+Cause he ain't worth jack
+Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
+Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
+Hand him his purse back
+I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
+Master the flow, niggas be swearin I'm blacker than coal
+Like Nat King, I be rappin and tounge's packin
+The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns
+It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony... Montana
+You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana
+C'mon pana we be mob rhymers
+Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda
+A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
+Sometimes rhymin I blow my own mind like Nirvana
+Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna
+Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda grammar
+
+[Hook]
+When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
+Fakin like you Satan when I'm the rhymin abomination
+[Repeat Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine
+Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyurethane
+Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms
+If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn!
+Higher and hotter than lava this scholar advisor is smart as MacGyver
+To put honor inside the heart of a liar
+Involved in a life of crime (crime!) fuck it I like the shine (shine!) Up in the white and lime (lime!) Comes with the pipe design
+Plushed out! (No doubt!) Both pockets about to bust out
+If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT!
+Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right
+Go 'head lace the mic, you finished? Say good night
+Head to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet
+Settlin beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat
+But it won't matter, you dreams still gon' shatter
+It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is known to stagger
+So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound
+You ever heard; desert bird player you outta bounds
+
+[Hook] - 3X
+
+[Verse 3]
+You know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial
+I'll come and get you and let the desert eez tounge kiss you
+With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips
+Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic
+It makes rappers disappear, whipser in your ear
+Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears
+Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further
+The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further
+For reverse birth, every verse hurts, every curse word's
+Already more offending than Eddie Murph's worst
+I thirst for blood like a vampire
+Any man claimin his game's tighter - IS A GOD DAMN LIAR!
+I set him on fire, retire your train of thought
+Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark
+The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down
+And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down
+I'm no joke! I soak your face with a sweeper
+Die in disgrace, or face your death through the speaker
+[Hook] - 4X, fades outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intermission (Capital Punishment)[Produced by Mike Zulu]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Was Wrong[Intro: Drag-On]
+What?
+T-S nigga
+Y'all don't know?
+
+[Bridge: Drag-On]
+Aiyyo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn
+You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
+Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx
+You's wrong, nigga we can get it on
+
+[Verse 1: Drag-On]
+Aiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
+To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune
+Gimme forty-thou, you can have your child, you don't know
+What I had to go through, to clap this clown
+Check my background
+The last nigga to see you bleed
+The last nigga to see you breathe
+The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed
+And Drag move quick, blend right in the wall like a brick
+The only thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist
+'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in
+Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss
+It's damn near on your lips
+Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons
+Nigga I'm pumpin my raw, I ain't thugging no more
+Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer
+My circumstance, you ain't got that chance
+Mines in my draw, you get it?
+Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid
+And make me use one, unless you not a bitch
+[Bridge: Big Pun]
+Aiyyo it's on, you thought I was wack
+You was wrong, album double plat
+Yo it's on, stop talkin shit
+You was wrong, get off my dick
+
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+How dare you doubt or deny Big Pun, the undoubtable
+The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta you
+You can't tell me nothing, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button
+I'm too violent for this rap shit, I should be out somehwere killin somethin'
+Too quick to blast, some niggas talk shit and dash
+But I really will KICK YOUR ASS
+Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not
+I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, rudeboy, what the bomboclaat?
+On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin' everyone
+Don't wanna get locked? Stand back and watch
+Where you from?
+How dare you come and try to shit where I eat
+Fuck you nigga, literally
+Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street
+But I'm still gon' hit cha'll niggas
+Because up north you be tossin' salads with maple syrup
+I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one
+Why you always gotta be right nigga?
+Why can't you ever be wrong?
+[Bridge: Fat Joe]
+Now it's on, from the Bronx where its at
+You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back
+Now it's on, stay on with the gat
+You was wrong, it's the Don, Joey Crack
+
+[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
+Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack
+Make your body fold back
+Lift his soul with the chrome mack
+I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped
+You heard there's money on the block, we control that
+I got the work in the pot where that stove at
+Cook it up 'till it's rock, get my dough back
+You niggas so wack, tryna compete
+I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street
+I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep
+Let you slide when I coulda put five in your Jeep
+Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it
+I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin'
+Ain't nobody gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind
+Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine
+Neva did believe in the Don's
+Since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong
+
+[Bridge: Remi Martin]
+Aiyyo, it's on, though I'd stay on the block
+You was wrong, now Remi on the rock
+So it's on, thought I wasn't gonna drop
+You was wrong, I was right all along
+[Verse 4: Remi Marin]
+I told these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch
+And everytime you spit, I'mma spit some sicker shit
+Ridiculous, I reminisce and blaze the track
+Type of shit make a nigga wanna play it back
+Y'all hatin' that, but I'mma make 'em all believers
+Fuck hot, I'mma come and straight drop a fever
+Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
+And for the followers, I'mma leave their heads hollower
+Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver
+Layin' in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
+Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first
+'Cuz I ain't neva heard a bitch straight flame a verse
+I blame the church, how God let you lie like that
+Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't never rhymed like that
+How the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight
+She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrongEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Whatcha Gon Do?Yo, yo, yo, yo...
+Yo, yo, yo, yo...
+Yo, yo...
+
+[Verse 1]
+It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
+Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane
+Acknowledge the fame
+My college terrain was the rugged streets from Harlem to Queens
+Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
+That Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team
+Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as a crack
+That'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
+I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back
+And start it from scratch
+I'm locked and I'm trapped in a giant cage
+Tryin to savor these few dyin days
+I have left, to the form of flesh
+Should I lie in my grave?
+I'm tryin to persuade, my mind to try to be brave
+And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
+That's why I rise from the grave singing church songs like
+I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum
+
+[Hook x2]
+Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
+Knockin' at ya front door
+And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar.. ooooh (holy shit) yeah
+He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
+[Verse 2]
+Till my last breath I'll have death before dishonor
+(come on) and welcome drama (yeah)
+Wit open arms and a code of honor
+My hole persona equals that of gods
+Definin' matters hard and more before you even had a job
+I'll stab and rob if I have to
+Fuck it i'll blast you, tell the devil it was Pun if he ask you
+And let him know how we be deadin' um'
+Show 'em my emblem, the tombstone, the throne, every millennium
+A child is born that can perform at a level beyond
+The expected 4 minute 30 second song
+We reign supreme, my team be all up in ya dream
+Wit the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine
+Executioner style, black suit and a smile
+Who's next to get they neck hacked loose in the crowd, move from the aisle
+Don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
+Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggas shoot in the clouds
+(Who's in the house)
+Punisher's straight from hell. Who's in the house
+(Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
+What's the deal, now you know that's how we roll
+Hard core like BO bring in the chorus baby broEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rhyme for Rhyme[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
+Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic
+I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and the moon and curl the planets
+I'm bell Atlantic with lyrics expanding for galaxies
+Battle me mathematically, I'm giving your wisdom a cavity
+Rapidly flowing, controlling the time, jump over the line
+I'm blowing your mind, with just a flow of the rhyme
+I'm Hogan in his prime, too strong and fast, niggas' could bomb and blast
+C'mon, you still be on your ass
+I'm satisfaction guaranteed, spit fiction like Quentin Tarantine
+Kick you in your baddest dream, shit you haven't seen
+I have to be perfectly honest
+We should have an anniversary to acknowledge, the way I work the Ebonics
+I verbally vomit on novice niggas' that try to kid us with garbage lyrics
+My style delivers, outside the outer limits
+I'm like the pyramids cause every point is precise, now you know me for life
+3 pound Cuban studded with ice
+
+[Verse 2: Cormega]
+Yo as d.e.a predicted, I'm in my PJ's waving a biscuit
+Cops raided my lab, and enslaved my mistress
+When I speak, you listenin'. The way I rhyme I leave precision
+Until your mind freak your mic out in each position
+The 5 40 out piped out with deep dishes
+Check the flow, never test it yo
+I manifest it like drug connects pitch and blow
+Destined for greatness, check they way my necklace glow
+Fake niggas' hate this. You think something sweet about me?
+Come taste this, 9 in your face kidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Freestyle With Remy Martin[Big Pun]
+Yo yo yo
+What the fuck, Terror Squad
+All we do is battle what; what, what what
+Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler
+Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer
+King of the throne, bringin it home five nights
+Up in The Source - five mics
+Whippin a Porsche - high price
+Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin
+Imaginin Angie nuttin but panties and my 911
+That's what I'm reppin the thug tech and the glove
+Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug
+It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez
+Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {penis}
+You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark
+Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart
+
+[Remy Martin]
+Yo.. yo, yo, yo
+All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Remy-nisce?
+Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent?
+Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit?
+Is she, really the shit, is her flow really sick?
+Get off my dick, keep your sorry ass compliments
+I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense
+Bitch don't try to play me, because you not a player
+Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster
+It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a hoe
+Had to leave niggas bleedin just so we could get our dough
+It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason
+On the Bruckner, like fuck you, gettin weeded and speedin
+I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never have love for you niggas
+Cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggas
+Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall
+Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't really handle
+I ain't havin it, get the cash out the cabinet
+Before I stab the bastard baby in the bassonet
+I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open
+Leave son chokin, gun still smokin
+Know how many niggas like, "I bet you Pun wrote it"
+Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heavyweights[Fat Joe]
+Yeah (y'all niggas is crazy)
+Don Carta' bomb harder (we makin a BOMB mayne)
+Terror Squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, Terror Squad)
+Don Carta' bomb harder (Suave House) what the fuck?
+Violator, Violator!  Yeah, uhh, yo..
+
+No heart, that's why them other niggas foul
+Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the A.T.L
+At 12 up in the Gentelman's Club
+Where you ain't fuckin nothin less you givin up dubs
+Feelin the love, from tha killers and thugs
+Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt
+Not givin a fuck, that's the life I live
+Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids
+I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her
+16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm still wit her
+For real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me
+My squad be bringin more "Havoc" than "Prodigy"
+Ain't no stoppin me, I got killers that'll pop for me
+Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli
+With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property
+Cop a seat and watch the Terror Squad prophecy
+
+Chorus: Eightball, Big Punisher
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+[8]	Make no mistakes
+Thirty six O's is my favorite kind of cake
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+We runnin from jail
+Stackin that mail, tippin the scale
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+[Pun]	Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
+I'm so big, niggas see me twice
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+We three guys, that don't play those games
+You got beef with us, nigga say our names
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
+I'm so big, niggas see me twice
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+We three guys, that don't play those games
+You got beef with us, nigga say our names
+
+[Eightball]
+Yeah, yeah
+Take it to the next level, Joe, Crack and Big Ball
+Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all
+All been warned, this heavyweight combination
+Connected in the disclosed location
+So niggas won't be runnin up and make me have to slug at, above that
+Part of yo' body where your bulletproof hug at
+Rugrat, you better find some mo' kids to play with
+Three titanic niggas, we ain't got to say shit
+Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit
+Them niggas wit me that don't rap, them the one's that spray shit
+Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top
+Drip drip, goes a nigga blood, til his heart stop
+Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes
+Hard lines from my mind took Eightball big time
+With Fat Joe and Big Pun
+I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want NONE
+Chorus: Big Punisher
+
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+[Pun]	Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
+I'm so big, niggas see me twice
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+We three guys, that don't play those games
+You got beef with us, nigga say our names
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
+I'm so big, niggas see me twice
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+We three guys, that don't play those games
+You got beef with us, nigga say our names
+(This is for the heavyweights..)
+
+[Big Pun]
+Yo, aiyyo fuck you!  Fuck your whole crew for breathin
+Fuck your mother, your father, your kids - for no reason
+I don't give a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth
+It's one planet and I'm the fattest motherfucker in the universe
+You worse than a motherfuckin snake in the grass
+Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ??, shake and you crash
+You pay for yo' acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo' past
+Hope you get raped in yo' ass while you, takin a bath
+UP NORTH - you wouldn't last a day and a half
+I'll bet my weight and my stack, a razor will slash, yo' face and yo' ass
+Before you can say, "Take me at last, I'm ready for death"
+Now you just heavnely strapped
+A cherry with lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist..
+.. you motherfuckers ready for this?
+Grab your crucifix, tell god I'm coming for your juicy lips
+You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in yo crib with the ruthlessness
+Bruising shit enough to hurt and pain I'll bring
+You got beef with Pun, nigga say my name
+I don't play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with
+Punk bitch, that's why yo' mother suck dick!
+What...
+Chorus: Big Punisher
+
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
+I'm so big, niggas see me twice
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+We three guys, that don't play those games
+You got beef with us, nigga say our names
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
+I'm so big, niggas see me twice
+(This is for the heavyweights)
+We three guys, that don't play those games
+You got beef with us, nigga say our names
+(This is for the heavyweights)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Livin’ La Vida Loca (Trackmasters Remix)* originally on Ricky Martin's "Livin' La Vida Loca" 12"
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Yeah baby
+There ain't nothing better
+You know you like it like that
+Check it out yo, yo
+
+She had it goin on, red bone, fresh out of Bayamon
+In the calle long, Dona Ana throwin at her corazon
+I should of know she was a cachatera
+Always watching novelas with her abuela
+Gossiping that bonchinchera
+Thought that she was better
+Cause she was pure boricuan
+I was New Yorican, the Bronx
+Pledging my true allegiance
+But now you're leaving me
+See I lost out before
+See you in my next life, adios mi amor
+Mi amor
+
+[Ricky]
+She's into superstitions
+Black cats and voodoo dolls
+I feel a premonition
+That girl's gonna make me fall
+She'll make you take your clothes off
+Going dancing in the rain
+She'll make you live her crazy life
+The girl will drive you right insane
+
+2 - [Ricky]
+Upside, inside out
+She's livin' la vida loca
+She'll push and pull you down
+Livin' la vida loca
+Her lips are devil red
+And her skin's the color of mocha
+She will wear you out
+Livin' la vida loca
+
+[Ricky]
+Woke up in New York City
+In a funky, cheap hotel
+She took my heart and she took my money
+She must have slip me a sleeping pill
+
+She never drinks the water
+Makes you order French champagne
+Once you've had a taste of her
+You're guaranteed to go insane
+Repeat 2 (2x)
+
+[Cuban Link]
+Yo, yo Joe the first day I saw her face
+She had me walking in space
+Wanting to say something
+But I was frozen, stuck in one place
+I ain't fronting Seis she was more amazing in grace
+The type of face you pay to say everyday upon the stage
+
+[Fat Joe]
+I met her at a rave
+Back in the days
+We could of got engaged
+Shorty's body was tight
+Have many that ask her aids
+Masquerades and mardi Gras
+She likes to play menage et tois
+Lost it all
+But that's the way the hottie was
+
+Repeat 2
+
+Oh, she'll push and pull you down
+Her lips are a devil's red
+She will wear you out
+(Livin' La Vida Loca)
+Oh, oh yeah
+Lips of devil's red
+She will wear you out
+(Livin' La Vida Loca)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Creation (Intro)(Laughing)
+
+As the full eclipse approaches
+I must build the illest creation
+Known, to mankind
+(Master, what are you going to do?)
+
+Big Daddy Kane
+Kool G Rap
+Rakim the Master
+Eddie Murphy
+(Why, why you need Eddie Murphy?)
+Cause he's a funny muthafucka
+
+Michael Jackson
+(Michael Jackson?)
+Because he has money
+Fuckin' dickhead
+(I'm sorry master, haha, I'm very sorry)
+
+The heart of a Indian
+The strength of a black man
+And the pride of a Spaniard
+
+I present to you...
+The Punisher!
+It's Alive!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Off the BooksHey yo, it's all love but love's got a thin line
+And Pun's got a big nine, respect crime
+But not when it reflect mine
+The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long
+Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up
+With the stash gone
+I'm mad strong and my cream is fast
+Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass
+And a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist'
+All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit
+Lace the click 'cause we all share
+It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair
+Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run
+Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum
+Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl
+I'm the mighty Thor clotheslining motherfuckers
+Like Steven Seagal, 'cause all you gonna get
+Is your ass kicked or up in a casket
+That's it, that's it
+(That's it?)
+Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit
+Cats getting Big Willie niggas like Billy Bathgate
+Up in Jimmy's Cafe, having caviar
+Cracking Cristal at the bar, smoking cigars, living large
+We rob and steal, run with the mob, doing jobs for bills
+I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill
+I like to chill, spark an L and get high
+I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly
+Whattup Duke-o, you know, politicking papi chuco
+I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though
+Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo
+Swerving like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo
+Squeezing, out of automatic M3's and
+Please, you ain't seen no thugs like these
+I can tell you lots of things that'll make you believe
+In Corona yo it's better to take than to receive
+Your career's on life support and I'ma pull the plug
+And have every thug shooting that Beatnut drug
+In they blood, no escaping this
+Niggas is going over their favorite shit to be taping this
+(For what?)
+World premier, loud and clear
+Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
+Disappear, jump in the Cavalier
+Feeling marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles
+For pleasure, bring your territory sever
+Keep my workers under pressure got 'em saying fuck Lester
+But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold
+Don't give a fuck where you been what you done
+Where you go, you know, peep this favorite
+In black shades like a secret, agent
+We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves
+We light trees, bust these and stack cheese
+It's off the hook this year
+Making mad money off the books this year, ain't nothing
+But crooks in here
+Getting mad money off the books this year
+It's off the hook this year
+Making mad money off the books this year, ain't nothing
+But crooks in here
+Getting mad money off the books this year
+Go, go, go
+Go, go, go
+Go, go, go
+...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Loco Bananas[Hook: Tony Sunshine & Big Punisher]
+
+Loco, loco bananas
+Faces of them follow us with their cameras
+Yes, we're loco [Tony], loco bananas
+Our Uzi's be blasting, we're truly assassins cause we
+Loco, loco bananas [You wanna go to war?]
+A couple of Tony Montanas
+Yes, we're loco [Sunshine], loco bananas
+We're worse than one time, Big Pun and Sunshine
+
+[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
+
+Shakespeare meets Leatherface
+Cape Fear with a little bass
+That's how it sounds when I'm in your tapes
+My style in your face for real
+Fresh out the gates of Hell
+Welcome to the Bates Motel
+The streets is real
+And I'm about as real as they come
+The sound of Atilla the Hun, killing every verse when I'm revealing the gun
+Willing to thump with any adversary
+Physically or vocabulary
+Cause lyrically I'm only half as scary
+Rappers fear me when they hear me coming
+Cause I be really buggin'
+Really clubbing them down
+No time to be thuggin'
+Lovin' the life
+Huffin' the mic
+Crushin' your wife, that's right
+Cause nothin' ain't nice
+Don't front with your life
+Cause I'mma call your bluff
+Big, tall or tough
+They all fall when they brawl with us
+So call in us if you need some protection
+Couple crazy niggas guaranteed to leave an impression
+My peeps is reppin'
+Hittin' you hard with the goods
+Cause that's what we do
+Terror Squad for the hood
+Straight out the ghetto
+Keep your holster with a hammer
+Cause niggas out here
+Are straight locer bananers
+[Hook: Tony Sunshine & Big Punisher]
+
+Loco, loco bananas
+Faces of them follow us with their cameras
+Yes, we're loco [Tony], loco bananas
+Our Uzi's be blasting, we're truly assassins cause we
+Loco, loco bananas [You wanna go to war?]
+A couple of Tony Montanas
+Yes, we're loco [Sunshine], loco bananas
+We're worse than one time, Big Pun and Sunshine
+
+[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
+
+I'm Coo Coo for Cocoa Puffs
+From new school to older thugs
+They all know Pun for shootin' dudes at all the clubs
+I know it sound crazy
+Even my wife won't let me 'round the baby
+But what you expect from a veteran out the Boogie Down baby?
+I rep' NY like a vet Jedi
+But my Light Saber's not a laser
+It's the Tech Semi
+So hold your horses
+Or I'mma have to load the four-fifth
+And leave a hole in your skull bigger than the Oval Office
+No remorse is felt when a loss is dealt
+Just pass the heat to Cuban and keep it movin'
+In a Porsche flossin' the wealth
+Fuck what ya heard
+Niggas done see me rap
+Wild West, Faces of Death
+There from TV shit
+World renowned
+Even my girl get down
+She'd rather die with a king
+And go to Hell with the crown
+Like Bonnie and Clyde
+Helped me down when my mommy died
+But she ain't really dead
+But she ain't part of my life
+She crazy too
+50 years old, sportin' Daisy Dukes
+Sick old lady, do anything to save her youth
+But where were you back then?
+You said you'd be back
+This is why I smoke
+Where the motherfuckin' weed at?
+[Tony Sunshine]
+
+Say ma ma ma ma ma ma
+If you puff that la la la la
+Say ma ma ma ma ma ma
+If you love that la la la la
+Say ma ma ma ma ma ma
+If you puff that la la la la
+Say ma ma ma ma ma ma
+If she makes you la la la la
+
+[Hook: Tony Sunshine & Big Punisher]
+
+Loco, loco bananas
+Faces of them follow us with their cameras
+Yes, we're loco [Tony], loco bananas
+Our Uzi's be blasting, we're truly assassins cause we
+Loco, loco bananas [You wanna go to war?]
+A couple of Tony Montanas
+Yes, we're loco [Sunshine], loco bananas
+We're worse than one time, Big Pun and SunshineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pina ColadaVaya
+Come on
+Vaya
+A bailar
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddar
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddar
+(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
+We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack
+Grab the guns and start lighting
+Ya'll the bitch niggas behind cars
+Scared to death like, "Yo, who fighting?"
+How the fuck you teaching me, I ain't got no obedience
+Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
+And for my niggas I peel like fucked up paint jobs
+Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
+Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
+Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
+Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
+Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
+And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
+And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
+My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
+I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
+I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
+Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
+That's what's up, don't have Sheik's click clack, this up
+Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
+You know double R and Terror Squad niggas want they cut
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddar
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddar
+I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
+In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
+Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
+A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ
+John, Elijah, Jacob
+I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
+Busting out that custard cream
+Piper 'cuz I'm piped up with the mustard team
+Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
+King of medallions Monty Guard
+Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
+I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani
+Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide
+Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings
+Like the Wu do in Shaolin
+John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas
+They want to ride on my Honda scooter
+You know the red one from the video
+But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the
+Trizzie yo
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddar
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddar
+Disrespect the Don word's bond I'm gonna shoot ya
+We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta
+Who you fucking' wit?
+Bitch ass nigga you ain't running' up on shit
+Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
+Nigga you ain't no fucking threat
+You talk a lot but you ain't never realized
+That if you walk that block
+Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy, oh, shit man
+Big Punisher's off his rocker
+What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
+Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
+Without some type of an injury
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddar
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddar
+I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes?
+Big dick between mine, what the fuck between your thighs?
+Pussy, if I shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
+I don't think so, your man's the thug, you ride piggy-back
+You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that
+You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
+And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
+And the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk, what
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddar
+Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh
+Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh
+Where're my niggas living better?
+We want Barettas and Amarettas
+Butter leathers and mad cheddarEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Who Is a Thug[Big Punisher]
+Yeah.. 6430.. Ty Fyffe where you at?
+Aww shit.. smooth it out
+Where my chick tonight? Thug style
+Knock em out Pun!
+
+I pull your motherfuckin plug like a thug's supposed ta
+Hold a loaded toast, who want the pistol smoke
+Cause I'll initial on my shoulder holster
+You know the culture when it's East coast, we run the streets most
+Who want beef? Turn your peeps into meatloaf
+You know the steez, when it's murder in third degrees
+We reserve the breeze, and move with the wind like birds and bees
+Word to G's, Christ I'm nice, g'head roll the dice
+You know the price, your kid and your crib, like I'm +Poltergeist+
+I'm cold as ice, control your life with the mic
+And then take your crown, break you down like liquid nitrogen
+Invite your men, I strike your chin while you rappin
+If you're on some thug shit, fill my clip and start clappin
+Make your heart flatten, stop actin retarded
+All you flea hearted villains, build your rhythm over restart it
+The streets are God and heavenly, where the vinyls doubles
+Forty-fives and shovels ready in the five livest boroughs
+
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life
+I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on
+Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone
+[Big Punisher]
+Yo, I'm a thug to the heart, bugged from the start ever since a child
+I've been livin wild, chillin with illest crowds
+Splittin thous' on my connect in the street
+Twenty-percent protection, expected at the end of the week
+Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest
+Cause a wise man said, it was a cousin of death
+If it wasn't the stress, it was one to your chest
+There's many ways to die, in the slums when you stressed
+But not me, Big P, cause I'm the son of the devil
+Run up in your cribbo and suffocate your son with a pillow
+You know I'm comin to kill you when you hear the heavy breathin
+Give you a wedgie deep in your deep end with a butcher machete greetin
+Thinkin of Madison Square, I'll battle you there
+Carry you clear 'cross the planet just to challenge you here
+Embarass you where it hurts, and sandwich you in a hearse
+God sent you with a curse, that's why your parachute didn't work
+Dead in the dirt (yup) with the bugs and the mice
+That's the price, frontin like a thug for life
+
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life
+I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on
+Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone
+[Big Punisher]
+Cuban Link -- you a thug like me
+My nigga Funk Flex -- you a thug like me
+My man Sunkiss -- you a thug like me
+Crazy Roland -- you a thug like me
+My niggas RMS -- y'all thugs like me
+My girl Big Lils -- you a thug like me
+
+Yo, me and my man are plannin to handle these two broads
+Thought he was Rambo a vandal his brand a Lambor' Countache
+With ammo that scrambled his brains and luxury ducats
+Harder with somethin hard to sharpen
+In the driver's box of the glove compartment
+Rotten lowdown dirty sheisty kind of conniver
+Ex nine-to-fiver, ready to die as long as I'm the driver
+Supplyin buyers of flyers in bundles stacked dope
+Humble prices on ices twice as nice as crumbled crack coke
+I hope it lasts long, word bond, I bring my brothers with me
+Definitely, and start off my own thug committee
+
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life
+I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on
+Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life
+I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on
+Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone
+
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Big Pun baby.. Big Pun baby..
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on
+Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone
+
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
+[Pun] ..
+Big Pun baby..
+[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+John BlazeMy stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
+Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
+Go ask my pre school, even talk to my old principal
+He'd tell you how you I used to pack a no. 2 pencil
+Stabbin' students, grabbin' teachers, catholics, preachers
+In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer
+In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
+I was incompetent, not able to learn
+The table turned now, got my own label to earn
+Like that nigga said in, Dead Presidents, money to burn
+Queensbridge, pay homage, respect nas is the vet
+Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggas is dissin' that
+I'm just the best, puttin' all violence to rest
+Between Latin Kings the blood Los sangres, blood in Spanish
+So many thugs vanish, unite the system
+To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison
+My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
+Just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up right?'
+Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
+Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
+I hate a actor that plays a rapper
+I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
+Grand imperial college material insane criminal
+The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
+I reign subliminal inside your visual
+Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
+I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
+Even if I stuttered I would still shit on you
+Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
+Out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
+I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
+Killers bet it all on Pun, 'cause one verse, dead 'em all
+J-j-john Blaze
+J-j-john Blaze
+J-j-john Blaze
+Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
+Aiyo, my attitude is subject to change, I mess around
+And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your range
+Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame
+Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
+Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim
+'Cause y'all misdemeanor niggas can't stand the reign
+Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
+Only 'cause I know that fagots respect pressure
+Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
+'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up
+You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggas up
+Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
+Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
+Y'all hot dog niggas get nathans
+Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin
+My son cool out don't beef yo, throw the tool out
+(What)
+Let's run these niggas, kidnap they work, make 'em move out
+Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
+In the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
+The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
+Strike me out God, stackin' up joints, rack 'em like Footlocker
+This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
+Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall
+Relentless, the anthology consolidated
+With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
+Lex, imagination large, gold cards
+Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the older God
+Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar
+Feelin' the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
+Broke niggas who got heart God, sign 'em up
+Start the wind up, we John Blazin', Don up in the line up
+J-j-john Blaze
+J-j-john Blaze
+J-j-john Blaze
+Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
+It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
+'Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
+Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
+Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
+I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns 'til it hurts
+For fuckin' with my funds on the first
+And go to church like a mobster
+Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
+Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
+Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
+Used to run many spots, now I own shops
+Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
+I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
+I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin' head turn
+You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
+Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed
+J-j-john Blaze
+J-j-john Blaze
+J-j-john Blaze
+Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
+J-j-john Blaze
+J-j-john Blaze
+Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bx niggas(verse1)
+Why you rhymin like you killin' niggas
+You ain't never feel a trigga
+Screamin that you real but y'all still beginners
+I make examples out you ample rappers
+Smack you make you trample backwards
+Catch you fallin' flat than strap you back in pampers
+That's a sample just to let you know
+Test me and invest in souls
+Specially on some flesh meat, never left on skulls
+No supposin' holding grudges you'll be holdin crutches
+Motherfuckers blastin' me that's blasphamy, I'm old to roughage
+Who's the toughest as rough as they come
+I'll snuff 'em anyone of ya bluffin'
+My name ain't Punisher for nothing
+Keep huffin' and puffin', I blow your face in
+When me and Seis and my ace in the hole lyrical assassin be Triple Seis and
+Chasing popo outta puerto town
+Loco til I part the ground
+In my coffin, tossed in, to the lost and found
+Down and deep beneath the weather in my leather jae
+Six feet forever, half asleep Bronx niggas never dieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Resurrection[Intro]
+
+I'd rather be a dead man
+And go out of this world as a man
+That stood for something
+Than to bow down like a dog
+
+[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
+
+I know you heard the stories
+Pun's a killer
+On a search for glory
+The Heavens cursing on me
+That's why I'm stuck in purgatory
+Niggas bore me with rough raps
+My shit is truly for the cats that bust gats
+Where's the noise, where my thugs at?
+Where my dogs at?
+Where my love at?
+Where my squad at?
+Where my motherfucking nigga Joe the God at?
+Ready for combat, being long-strapped, long gat
+Now disarm that, physically, making contact
+We the wrong cats, you don't bark at
+Better spark that, walk that, lock that
+Trigger pump, cock back, park that, pop that
+Right where the heart at
+Take the Glock, like make sure I don't pop that
+You don't want that
+That's the final chapter
+Feel you spinal rapture when I rip through your vinyl
+Like a rhymin' raptor
+I'm the Cappa like Don
+I'm not a rapper I'm on
+A fortified killer from the back of the Bronx, What!
+[Interlude: Big Punisher]
+
+First album
+I let everybody know who the nicest, you know what I'm sayin'
+Now we take it to the next level, the whole world know who the nicest, know what I'm sayin'
+Now you know, we finally get our due, you know what I mean?
+
+[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
+
+Fuck all y'all non-believers
+I roll with God, the squad n' TS
+Out with the BS, we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
+Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
+Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
+Holdin' it down
+Walkin' around with gold by the pound
+Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders, all in the crown
+Talk of the town
+Soakin' you down with toasts 'til you drown
+Ghost you and grind your corpse with a force that'll open the ground
+Save the jokes for the clowns
+I'm on a serious tip
+You keep playin'-
+And I get furious quick
+And I'll take you for a walk through the ghetto
+You either spark your metal
+Or get outlined in chalk by the devil
+I rep' the borough that mothered this rap shit
+I used to clap shit
+Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
+I used to have to pack a Mac in the back of the Ac'
+Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
+It's like that, but don't think I won't counter-act
+My niggas is strapped
+And quick to lay a bitch on his back
+I'm swift with the Mac, quicker than Kung-Fu
+With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose
+Stupid!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Livin’ La Vida Loca (Remix)[Big Punisher]
+Yeah baby
+There ain't nothing better
+You know you like it like that
+Check it out yo, yo
+
+She had it goin' on, red bone, fresh out of Bayamón
+In the calle long, Doña Ana, throne of mi corazón
+I should of know she was a cachetera
+Always watching novelas with her abuela
+Gossiping that bochinchera
+Thought that she was better
+'cause she was pure Boricuan
+I was Nuyorican, the Bronx
+I pledged my true allegiance
+But now you leaving me
+I lost out before
+See you in my next life, adios mi amor...
+
+[Ricky]
+She's into superstitions
+Black cats and voodoo dolls
+I feel a premonition
+That girl's gonna make me fall
+
+She'll make you take your clothes off
+Going dancing in the rain
+She'll make you live her crazy life
+The girl will drive you right insane
+[2 - Ricky]
+Upside, inside out
+She's livin' la vida loca
+She'll push and pull you down
+Livin' la vida loca
+Her lips are devil red
+And her skin's the color of mocha
+She will wear you out
+Livin' la vida loca
+
+[Ricky]
+Woke up in New York City
+In a funky, cheap hotel
+She took my heart and she took my money
+She must have slip me a sleeping pill
+
+She never drinks the water
+Makes you order French champagne
+Once you've had a taste of her
+You're guaranteed to go insane
+
+[Repeat 2 (2x)]
+
+[Cuban Link]
+Yo, yo Joe the first day I saw her face
+She had me walking in space
+Wanting to say something
+But I was frozen, stuck in one place
+I ain't fronting Seis she was more amazing in grace
+The type of face you pay to say everyday upon the stage
+[Fat Joe]
+I met her at a rave
+Back in the days
+We could of got engaged
+Shorty's body was tight
+Have many that ask her aids
+Masquerades and mardi Gras
+She likes to play menage et tois
+Lost it all
+But that's the way the hottie was
+
+[Repeat 2]
+
+Oh, she'll push and pull you down
+Her lips are a devil's red
+She will wear you out
+(Livin' La Vida Loca)
+Oh, oh yeah
+Lips of devil's red
+She will wear you out
+(Livin' La Vida Loca)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Stretch & Bobbito Freestyle (’95)[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Skip the talk, pull ya guns out
+That's when the bitch comes out
+The dark, from ya heart
+I'll slit ya throat and pull ya tongue out
+Fuckin with the best, I'll burn ya flesh 'til there's less than teeth
+Dump ya bones in Western Beef
+Peace, hope ya rest in grief
+Left the wreath on ya grave and autographed it
+Big Dawg slaughters pastors during mass
+I don't support their masters
+Meaning God, I'm hittin hard as hell
+Niggas be givin the law an L
+When I get finished i'm larger then life but harder to kill
+Still I will remain the pain inflicter
+Givin ya hell to reign the victor
+Comin to get ya, playin the game the same as Hitler
+You picked the wrong nigga to fuck with
+Talkin that tough shit
+You couldn't have been a bigger faggot if ya sucked dick
+Duck quick and catch a hundred in ya temples
+If ya blunted, test the mentals
+And be found drowned with just cement shoes
+BITCH!
+
+[Verse 2: Big Pun]
+Brothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers
+Actin like they crackin boulders
+Wouldn't pack a cap gun or attack a blowfish
+Always talkin shit
+Players that rather balk than pitch
+And often counterfeit
+Kings of New York on Mr. Walken's dick
+You make me sick to my stomach
+You don't really want it
+Riffin like you sniffin coke to scare me
+But you barely blunted
+You really done it, now you got me mad
+Boricuas be like: "Papi's bad"
+Makin fakers khaki when I'm droppin math
+Stop the laugh, that shit was Buttafuoco
+Niggas run like Pun's the Cuco
+You gon' tell your putos how I blew, you puto
+You don't ever wanna clash again with Big Dawg
+The master and one of the last rappers [?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Make the Crowd Roar[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+
+Yo
+To whom it may concern, fuck you
+I tear the cushion out the turnbuckle
+And pow above you on your face until it turn purple
+I hurt you and make shit messy like Kevin Nash
+I'm big and sexy, but I relent your ass, bitch test me
+Police arrest me on a daily basis, X's on scary faces
+To them we all look the same like a pair of races
+Instead of races, and where the slaves?
+Still searching for better days
+Don't feel sorry for me, that's the little things
+Don't be afraid kid I know it's hard
+Just remember to roll with God
+And try not to kill yourself, like Owen Hart
+No disrespect I know you miss a bet
+But it's just some shit I rhyme about nigga so don't flip on some wrestler shit
+Cause I'm a lover and a fighter
+A punisher, a rider, Big Punisher one of the last survivors
+So pass the highest levels, still ignoring the humble
+Won't avoid me in the jungle cause my niggas roar when they rumble
+
+[Hook: Armageddon]
+
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war
+
+[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
+
+They call me Joe the God
+A true warrior like Owen Hart
+Smash the face off your neck, rip you to broken parts
+You niggas know the squad
+Over-flood your whole facade
+Just like a scene straight out of Noah's Ark
+So who's next for the death flock
+Give me your best shot
+Hit you with some shit that leave your breath stopped
+Respect Crack, I'm the best that done it
+One of the the lest confront it
+It seems like none of these wrestlers want it
+I'm like Hollywood without the Hogan
+I'm like Conan without the slogan
+Don't make me bust you open
+I'll leave you frozen from the cheek down
+Hang you up beat down
+Then spit in your face, how the cheeks now?
+We can meet now, or save it for the full brawl
+However you want, I never front, I'm all yours
+And the God know the Coliseum
+Watch me hop off the Mausoleum
+And drop so hard, y'all can barely see him
+[Hook: Armageddon]
+
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war
+
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war
+
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war
+
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more
+We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
+Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to warEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Classic VersesYo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
+But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence
+Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up
+If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
+Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
+Unofficialness, everything we outside you wish you was
+Official thugs in the drug profession
+Drug connections, drug addictions
+Still seein' the judge for drug possession
+The four-D's, all these is more reas'
+To either get big or leave and let live
+We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
+We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the shelf
+I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys, freeze
+Don't try to breeze or I'ma squeeze
+And blast the back of your knees
+Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
+My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
+You're gettin' closer to death
+Reaper's got a hold on your breath
+You goin' straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
+You was posin' a threat, now you froze in the bed
+Minute ago, you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick
+Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin'
+Like you said on your album
+I thought you was wildin', bustin'
+Your guns and runnin' the island
+You was't violent, you was silent
+Tryin' to get college credits
+How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics?
+I'm Dianetics combined with lyrics
+My matureness is my insurance
+Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin' spirit
+You gotta fear it 'cause every last gem is poison
+You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join 'em
+I'm head-annointin' niggas like the Holy Gospel
+I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin' nostrils
+Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours
+Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all yours
+Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God
+The Squad and T.S., out with the B.S., we platinum
+They even doubted Jesus, niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
+Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
+Holdin' it down, walkin' around with gold by the pound
+Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown
+Talk of the town, soakin' you down wit toast 'til you drown
+Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground
+Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip
+You keep playin' and I get furious quick
+And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
+Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil
+I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit
+Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
+I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Acura
+Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
+It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act
+My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
+I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
+With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongooseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Quiet On Tha Set[Fat Joe] Terror Squad!!
+
+[Big Punisher]
+This is goin' out to the mothafuckin' punks and broke ass tricks
+Don't Tryin' to come up in here
+Up in here pumpin' that shit, I will straight blast you
+You better break yourself mothafucker
+Shit!! punk ass tricks, bitch
+
+Take it hard ---] Eazy-E
+
+Yo, kick it ---] Eazy-E
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Ruthless, plenty of that and much more
+So at the party, Terror is controllin' the floor
+That you step up and do your dance routine
+It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangster scene
+With a villain, doin' damage on a 24 track
+With confusion to finish my conclusion
+Arhytomatic rhymes from a Radio cat
+You can't take what I got
+Cause I'll be takin' it right back
+Ruthless gangster ---] MC Ren
+Cold killin, you wanna know what it means?
+Definition... Villain ---] MC Ren
+With the stupid dope rhymes
+And once you hear one line, you can tell it's mine
+With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin'
+And a look that keeps you all starin'
+And wonderin, why I'm invincible
+But when you hear my rhyme, it's convincible
+I don't take no shorts, while I'm constructin' the ground
+That makes you movin' around, from the hell of the sound
+Girls drool on me like a dyin'
+[Ant Banks]
+Pun, tell them what you do when your ass start rhymin'
+
+[Big Punisher]
+I go to the party, I hip and hop the spot
+I don't know what it is, but the girls kept knock the aspirin'
+Like they're on fire and
+Their so-called boy friends with them are retirin'
+And for this reason I'm a walkin' threat
+So when I step on the stage, I want quiet on the set
+
+[Break: Ant Banks scratching inarticulated Public Enemy's quotes]
+
+[Fat Joe]
+Now to get started with my musical profession
+A gangster feelin' in mind is in session
+The way that I'm referrin to this, makes you move your butt
+But don't stand in a daze, you should know what's up
+Anyway, I keep the clappin' along
+Cause nothin' bad could go wrong because this track is so strong
+I'm like throw you the.. you can ask for anythin' more
+When the Terror Squad is cold rockin' the floor
+Like stupid, actin' like a retard
+Waitin' for a bumrush, gettin' to the good part
+It tips me so with temptation
+Writin' my lyrics with hyped information
+This is just a section of my creation
+So don't say shit with finesse fination
+Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines
+It's mine, unpredictable, keepin' you extremely enjoyed
+It's irresistable, meanin' that you can't avoid
+And while I'm on stage, feel forward to sweat
+Whenever I rip it up, I want quiet on the set
+[Break: Ant Banks scratching quotes below]
+Yeah, what?, what?
+Terror Squad, Terror Squad
+Yeah
+
+[Unidentified Artist]
+Now I can be loud as hell, you think I will? Never
+Ssssht, quiet on the set ---] Eazy-E
+Yeah, I like that better ---] MC Ren
+Word ---] Dr. Dre
+That's what I can do, I think I earned respect
+And if I didn't from you, that's what I expect
+Cause if it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me ---] Eazy-E
+So who really cares how you want me to be?
+See, I'm just me, standin' at the top of the pile
+And doin' soft known tunes, just ain't my style
+And this concludes our program
+Of how The Terror Squad makes the Ruthless Jam
+Now first, we take an average Gun
+Give it to Pun, and the boy gets dumb
+It's no secret, that I sit alone at night
+Pick up the pad and the pen and begin to write
+And lay down the lyrics that's promised to play
+Hear everybody says:
+
+[Break]
+Check it in, check it out
+Put it in, take it out
+Make it out, yeah, Terror Squad baby
+What?, what?, what?
+[Cuban Link]
+Yeah, now Cuban Link is here workin' like super glue
+No matter what I do, I'm always thinkin' of you
+Cause I'm the pusher, supplyin' the fix
+And this jam's so dope, it don't need a remix
+But I'm makin' obstacles, an enemy traps
+To catch any Emcee, with the weak-ass raps
+Crucifyin' their data, cause you're usin' my name
+The definition is pain, but that's the thing of the game
+If they tried to retreat, I catch them one at a time
+Cause they're comittin a crime, but still promotin' a rhymes
+So, you're in the back of me, just listen and learn
+Because you'll all get a chance, or maybe a turn
+My sideman wants to give a preview
+So at my next concert, I wanna see you there
+Not sittin' in a chair, standin' on both feet with your hands in the air
+Now I'm about to get out, but I'll be back
+But next time expect the more funkier track
+Deep down for your enjoyment, to hear more percussion
+With lyrics that's smooth, to start some discussion
+To prove that I'm hype, now, you know that's a bet
+So continue to dance, Cuban blew up the set
+
+(*Explosion*)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Must Be the Music[Intro: Big Pun]
+Fuck is up with the morning show
+Big Pun in the morning show that's all I need to hear
+"Big Pun what are you doing Pun"
+Ed Lover, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+Me and my thugs be up in the clubs layin' the law
+While you looking bugged playin the wall
+We're trying to cave in the floor
+Havin' to ball with the ballers
+Terror Squad niggas who want it
+Even the biggest dogs acknowledge
+Payin how much? We obviously gain dollars
+Let's mananas without your everyday (?)
+We make ballers take cowards of the top give me eight hours
+I turn your powder into rocks, check the scenery
+Glass table, mad cocaine debris, and bring a key
+When you hang with me everything is free
+It's my treat, my suite all expenses paid
+All my friends can stay, cause this break is on emancipate
+Nuthin more, it's on me butt galore, and head nut your balls
+I'm makin money for these fuckin whores
+Nice and raw keep it rugged fuck the bullshit
+Skribble said it's all love as long as it's the new shit
+[Hook: Big Pun]
+Must be the music
+(Turnin them on)
+Must be the new shit
+(From Cuban and Pun)
+That's how we do it
+(Big Pop is my shit)
+Must be the new shit
+(They'll never stop it)
+
+[Verse 2: Cuban Linx]
+Yo it's the lyrical fly guy, that drive by your block in the Benz
+I be hittin skins while I'm givin all my friends high fives
+I get live and tie your legs to my brass bed
+Relax, get comfortable, then hump you through the mattress
+Cause at this I'm a professional, the best in the world
+That's why I got so many girls on my testicals
+I like em flexible so be able to stretch
+And sex gets incredible when the Cuban's on the set, I bet
+I'll make you sweat like heat my Technics
+Cause we from freak over feet on any day of the week
+I keep a hicky, chicks pick me because they love the chinky
+I kick a (?), I got them wrapped around my pinky, like Biggie
+I'm "Unbelievable" this Cubanito keeps a full tank of diesl fuel
+Just in case you need to go that extra mile
+In sex I'm Wilder than Gene
+And in between the sheets, im a show you just what I mean
+[Hook]
+
+[Big Pun]
+I walk into the fuck-in Tunnel (I ain't a player)
+Bitches on my dick and wan-na dance (C'mon)
+I remember when it wasn't like that (Hold it up Pun)
+You call me blimp but now it's baby fat, must be the music
+
+[Hook]
+
+[2x]
+We'll keep ya hot till the, day light
+We'll keep ya movin all through the nightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro (Endangered Species)[Big Pun]
+I'm most concentrated on now, um, continuing to make history in Hip-Hop, ya know what I'm saying? Just making, making everybody proud of me, cause I'm, he's a rapper now, now it's like, I'm in history now so I gotta like, uphold, ya know what I mean?
+
+[Interviewer]
+Lotta pressure
+
+[Big Pun]
+Responsibility now (echo)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Makes Me Sweat[Verse 1]
+Whatcha know about this?
+Everything I spit is X-rated
+Let's face it, you just a baller, I'm [?]
+Just hate it, when you say my name, play my game
+[?] scream my name
+Baby take it off, let me see some flesh
+Squeeze them all night long, he no rest
+We no stressEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro (Words From Big Pun) (Spoken Word)[Verse: Big Pun]
+Don't try to play me cause I'm not a player
+Ayo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potata
+I'm bout to make a million dollies, but still I'm rowdy
+So I [?] before I have to kill somebody
+That's how it is in the stone jungle
+If you known to own a bundle, guaranteed nigga gonna mug you
+And no one love you when you broke and shit, focus kid
+Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die
+Coke is in
+(sniffles twice)
+Blow ya life away, that's a big price to pay
+(crew laughing and clapping)
+They're here to teach this kid how to ride his bike
+Are they stupid?
+
+[Male News Reporter 1]
+A new rapper by the name of Big Punisher recently signed to Loud Records, records his debut album this year
+
+[Female News Reporter 1]
+Rapper Big Punisher informed us of what we can expect to be his album, and gave us a definition of his own early age, and forming his own crew Full-A-Clips. He was able to get noticed from his newly found partner in crime, Fat Joe
+
+[Male News Reporter 2]
+Pun celebrated the release of his highly anticipated album last week, remaining in the top 20 of the Billboard charts for two exciting weeks
+
+[Male New Reporter 1]
+...becoming the first Latin rap solo artist to sell a million records...
+[Male News Reporter 2]
+...the rapper said he owes it all to the Bronx... performed at the opening of the Oscar De La Hoya-Felix Trinidad fight
+
+[Female News Reporter 2]
+...and Hip-Hop's heavyweight received a nomination
+
+[Female News Reporter 3]
+...explained in a recent interview his passion for the art of Hip-Hop
+
+[Female News Reporter 3]
+Latin artist Big Pun... weight loss camp at Duke University earlier this week... is currently working on a sophomore album
+
+[Male News Reporter 3]
+Christopher Rios, also known as Big Pun, was pronounced dead at 3:53 pm on Monday
+
+[Big Pun]
+That's the way the ball bounces, ya know what I mean?
+Ya know, but we'll have our day, ya know
+And we, we'll keep it going for nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+IntermissionYo, this is the intermission
+So go get some pot and get high
+And when you turn to the next song
+We'll sing about it, well, I will give you and example
+Yo big pun whats up, nigga?
+Why are we waiting in this intermission?
+I dunno, nigga, I heard that I had to tell the peeps
+Listening to get some pot and get high
+No that's illegal, you are suppose to tell them
+To go to the bathroom, oh, well, I didn't know
+Oh, well, let's just go sing, okay, nigga, let's goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Future Flavas FreestyleAiyyo it's such a shame
All these dick riders trying to corrupt the game 
But what it bring, nothing but pain
And one in your fuckin brain
Ain't nuttin changed since the album I'm still whylin
I'm still violent I've been waiting for this moment
Like Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer
Hyper than hype, when fighting to fight
It's like, tonight is the night
And I ain't even trying to let a nigga slide
I've been dyin to get a gat
I dared to try now prepare to die
I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any
Soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact
Fully backed by bullies who be peeling caps
I sack the rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
Things get drastic, Express for my plastic
I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dickEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Don’t Care - Explict[Cuban Link]
+Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P
+Latins Goin Platinum baby!
+Yeah yeah, yeah..
+Uhh, year 2000
+Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)
+We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)
+(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)
+Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)
+We rock the party and..
+
+YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun
+My fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover
+The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler
+Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler
+Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular
+Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us
+T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby
+So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy
+You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?
+With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE
+Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT
+In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK
+If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK
+It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP
+Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS
+She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK
+So nigga WHAT?
+Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link
+[Pun] Tear the club up!
+[Link] Cause we don't care
+[Pun] E'rybody strip
+[Link] Yeah we don't care
+[Pun] Shoot the place up!
+[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)
+We don't care (nuh-AH!)
+We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
+[Link] Yeah we don't care
+[Pun] T. Squaders
+[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care
+[Pun] Fuck you nigga!
+[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)
+We don't care (nuh-AH!)
+We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
+
+[Big Punisher]
+Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props
+I got to have it
+Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past
+Was ?? a fourth of they asses
+Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls
+Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws
+My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver
+And holdin the Glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot
+Baby better head for the hills, my niggas wild for the night
+My lead ready to peel this shit really real
+My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill
+My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill
+No survivors, ?? Godivas or roses and flowers
+Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders
+Don't ?? ??, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama
+I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow
+You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge
+Carter kids stuck to the projects
+Go ahead keep checkin that mall
+And me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips
+Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it
+Yeah when are you gonna buck shit
+??? ???, ??? this mug shit
+Chorus
+
+[Cuban Link]
+Uhh..
+Yeah..
+Big Punisher..
+Cuban Link..
+Terror Squad..
+Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way..
+Anything goes..
+The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+New York Giants - ExplictC'mon..
+Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh..
+(Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!)
+
+C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!!
+Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut
+Long time comin, ya heard?
+M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher
+[Pun] What'cha gon' do?
+Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah)
+Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo'
+[Pun] Yo, yo, yo..
+Ya heard me?
+
+[Big Punisher]
+This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters
+New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters
+We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof
+Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth
+I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage
+Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent
+The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn
+Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin
+Plus the light that give light to Muhammad
+Or Christ how you want it I got what you need
+From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me
+Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you
+?? ??, hunchback, like Quasimoto
+Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P
+[Pun] Set off the sirens
+[MOP] Form the alliance
+[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga
+[MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)
+[Fame] Leave em brainless
+[Danz] Hit em with the stainless
+[Fame] It's the..
+"World's.. world's.. world's famous!"
+[Pun] C'mon - violence!
+[MOP] Form the alliance
+[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa
+[MOP] New York Giants
+[Fame] Leave em brainless
+[Danz] Hit em with the stainless
+[Fame] It's the..
+"World's.. world's.. world's famous!"
+
+[Big Punisher]
+I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell
+Or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world
+Like ?? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
+Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie
+Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin
+Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin
+A perfect strike - let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike
+I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?
+I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural
+?? ?? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you
+Clap you with your own heat - by all means
+If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G
+Chorus (first 1/2)
+
+[Pun] Violence
+[MOP] Form the alliance
+[Pun] B.X
+[MOP] Violence
+[Pun] B.K
+[MOP] Violence
+
+[Lil' Fame]
+I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)
+"How About Some.." FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name
+It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash
+M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot
+Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)
+Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you
+I rep for my cellblock niggas
+And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, "Perrico!"
+Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights
+Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes
+Merc out on machines with loud pipes
+Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and ?? bikes
+
+[Billy Danzini]
+You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)
+First (FAM).. easy soldier!
+I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot
+Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot
+Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL
+Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan
+When you found out your main man was named Danze
+Nigga - I'm filled with anger!
+You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger
+(FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out
+BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Greatest multisyllable rapper of all timeTo me it was pun or lEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Outro (Spoken Word)[Big Pun]
+On the first album I let everybody know who was the nicest, ya know what I'm saying? But the underground is so small, and I'mma take it to the next level, the whole world know who the nicest, ya know what I'm saying? Now you know, we finally get our due, ya know what I mean?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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