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Ooooooooooohhhhh.. puerto rico
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
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 go out to rumble,
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
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, whateva 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 oro
Tony sunshine please canten el coro
Chorus
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
A puerto rico..
A puerto rico..
A puerto rico..
A puerto rico..
A puerto rico..
2.Air Pun(Skit)
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3.It's So Hard
You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty
Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy
Pop the clizzy goin 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 and now, 'what's that？'
Straight from paris, checkin gaby's new baby carriage
Perry ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out the dealer, got the tec for the squealers
Wear a vest for the killers, nuttin less cause it's reala
In the big apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one (eh eh) got beef bust yo' gun
You don't need no one (nope) talkin 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
Chorus 1 + 2 overlap
Chorus 1： donnell jones
And it's so haaaaaard, yeah
Niggaz wanna be like pun, but they don't bust they guns
And it's so haaaaaard..
Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life
But it's so haaaaaard..
Chorus 2： 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？
Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life
But it's so haaaaaard..
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, bringin 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 niggaz at？
Uptown! uptown! you know you feelin that
'cash rule,' hardcore you can dance to
That old biggie give me, 'onnne more chaaaaance..'
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, ooh yeah
What you say your name was again？
And i know you from where？ elementary school？
.. i don't know you maaaaan!
Money, not you again
Go that way!
Loser!
Chorus 3： donell jones (starts where pun says 'i don't know
you')
Niggaz wanna be like pun, but they don't bust they guns
And it's so haaaaaard..
Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life
But it's so haaaaaard..
Yeah, cause you ain't fuckin my wife, takin my life
And if you just hatin just walk on by...
All you haters just walk on by
4.Laughing At You
Ha ha ha
Do you see me now
You remember me the guy from the back of the class
That used to where the glasses the one you
Used to laugh at look at me now brother do u like fruit
Well i'm chewin your girls nipples
How do you like them apples asshole
Chorus： tony sunshine
Im laughing at you
Im laughing at you now you told me i was ugly
I was scared to crack a smile
Pun： ha ha ha ha ha
Im laughing at you now
Pun ha ha ha ha ha
Im laughing at you
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 aint no rules
But carried heat cause he ain't no fool
Aint no wrong 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 que sera! what can i do but take you to strive
Ay que hago! i hope the streets dont take me alive
You wasted your life and refused the struggle while
I aim for the sky pay dues and bubbles i win!
Chorus
Now its not funny cause im hot and got a pot of money
Alot 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 aint 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
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＊)
Don't you forget about me now
I said don't..don't...don't...don't
Chorus
5.Leather Face
What i gotta do let y'all niggaz know？
I am +the nicest+.. +ever+.. heh..
Hardcore？ commercial？
Whatchu wanna do, you wanna wile up, you wanna dance？
Don't matter to me, i got it all locked down baby
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, murder, respect, beer, honies and sex want
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, go 'head decapitator's back forever
Can't count how many heads i had to sever
Half the niggaz 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'
Chorus： {with samples from 'scarface'} repeat 2x
It's not a game pah.. {sample}
We're gettin paid hah.. {sample}
It's still t. squad.. {sample}
'what you came for？ surgery, with the chainsaw!'
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, gettin the full treatment
Special two heated missles, til your crew's leavin witchu
I rip you in half - blast that ass through a glass window
Laugh a little, 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 talkin loud to me
Why should i even consider your crew？ shit on your crew
Get rid of your crew, what i'm fittin to do
I split you in two, leave you ？？ when i blast the shotty
Grip you like dope and leave you there with half your body
We rowdy like roddy, probably robbin your stash
Catch a body like charlie up north, stashin knives up my ass
Survivin the task, we the last ones left
Blast them tecs with clips, fast as fast'll spit
Add some tips for any, bastard bitch, pappin shit
Watch me rep til the death from the bassonet, beotch!
Chorus
{＊scarface＊}
Watch what happens to your friend
You don't want this to happen to you
You give me the money, okay？
6.Ms. Martin
Intro：big pun
Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool em
Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, nawmean？
In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man
Y'all niggas better lay low
Catch you in a hurtin, nawmean？
Blow your balls off nigga
Hook： big pun
Where my girl at
Quick to bust the mack, 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, cuz that's my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the bronx is back, she represent that
Cuz terror squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas love to scrap
Verse 1： remi martin
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, bombarding, and bogarding
Remi 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 'n' broccolis
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 2 shit
Next millenium, sell a million, clue shit
Exclusive, to tell the truth, y'all useless
Cuz i'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list
Hook
Verse 2：
Remi martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remi, 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
Tryin to go fast, i love to hear the guns go blast
(blau, blau, blau, blau) 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
Cuz 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 stiches
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 wit
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin mustard
No fair, cuz i don't care i go to war wit a musket
Just give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
Cuz pun be the nicest motherfucker on the market
Now he got the nicest bitch, what, remi martin
Hook
7.My Dick
What's the deal baby？
Somethin for you dickridin motherfuckers
You non-believin ass motherfuckers
Heheh.. to all my niggaz i love y'all
Aiyyo pun what's the deal baby？
Cuban!!! raoouuuul, whaddup mas？
Joey crack, what's the deal？
T. squaders, ？？？
？？？ ？？？, chance-a-million, ？？？
Didddown for liddddife, heheahahahah
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 flyyyyyyy
Arrogant and we love to puff lye
Lord you should see my wife
She's enough to make all the bitches cry..
Oooh yeah! be on my dick
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 offff myyy dick!
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 offff myyy dick!
I just wanna take time
To talk to everybody
Who ain't showed me love
To let me rock the mic at the par-ty
Now you gon' get what you deserve
That's my dick in your mouth
Cause me and pun
Is gonna show you what it's bo-out..
Youse a nasty fuck - makin a song talkin about your nuts
Don't want nobody on my dick 'less i'm about to bust
You doubted us, cause we weren't tearin up the streets
Them the same niggaz - on my nuts like they have buck-ed teeth
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 gon' like it
Just ask mike (mike who？) my dick!
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 offff myyy dick!
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 offff myyy dick!
You can catch me puffin lah-lah-lah-lah
Lah-lah-lah-lah..
You can catch me puffin lah-lah-lahhhhh..
Cause i be puffin lah-lah-lah-lah
Lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah..
I be puffin lah-lah lah-lah-lahhhh..
You can catch me puffin lah-lah-lah-lah
Lah-lah-lah-lah..
I be puffin lah-lah lah-lah-lahhhh..
I'm the type to be up in that
Lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah
When i stressed you know i puff that lahhhhh..
Yeahhhhhhhhh..
8.My Turn
Uhh.. psssh.. it's my turn, y'knahmean？
Get this motherfuckin money y'know？
Shit..
Yeah i went double, y'know？
Niggaz goin triple.. five.. ten platinum
Can't do what i do
This is my game, this is me..
(t. squaders) y'know？
Chorus： big punisher
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'ma reach to the top
Gimme my burn, i'ma 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'ma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance
But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' dance
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 click that i'm from, or get lifted and stunned
Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin with the fall guy
Big pun, the honorable, all rise
Sky's the limit, nuttin 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 bottom yo ain't no mario
brothers
Official bronx niggaz, quick to body yo' mother (ouch)
Chorus
Jesus h. christ, how many times i gotta pay the price？
You scared to 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 lid
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 ？ live
Keep flappin yo' gibs and i'ma come back with those kids
From the back of the bridge
I think two and 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)
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'ma 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
9.New York Giants
C'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
Uhh.. terror squad (yeah)
Bronx.. brook-lawn collabo'
Ya heard me？
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.
'world's.. world's.. world's famous!'
'world's.. world's.. world's famous!'
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 niggaz 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)
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 niggaz
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
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 out
10.Nigga Shit
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？
That nigga shit - smokin weed with my moms
That nigga shit - slingin d and her-on
That nigga shit - no love for the cops
That nigga shit - gettin my dick sucked for 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 the last card 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
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 out
11.Off Wit His Head
I don't give a fuck! til i die, i'ma 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'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz til i'm high with my niggaz
Where you at prop？
Aiyyo it's off with his head
Let the blood-shed, cause all my thug sons'll 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, niggaz know i blow my gun in a sec
Cause i'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz til i'm high with my niggaz
What the deal twin？
Yeeeah baby! aiyyo it's off with his head
Slap the shit out the devil and tear his horns off his head
Aiyyo it's almost over, few months we all gon' know jehovah
Til then i'ma 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'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz til i'm high with my niggaz
What you say twin？
Aiyyo it's off with his head
Left a body stiff and dead with the infrared
It's hard to survive, ？ armor hold ？ this tribe
And takin niggaz 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'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz til i'm high with my niggaz
What the deal son？
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 begin to pop, i ain't gon' stop til i'm done
So either call the cops, or bust a shot - nigga uhh
Cause i'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz til i'm high with my niggaz
Hold me down pros'
Aiyyo it's off with his head
Put that nigga to sleep and make a coffin his bed
I come from rough times where niggaz bust 9's and be like fuck
rhymes
And puff dimes, slippin 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'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz til i'm high with my niggaz
What the deal kid？
Aiyyo it's off with his head
Cock the lead redecorate the crib burgandy red
Aiyyo i never front, i want whatever nigga let's dump
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'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz til i'm high with my niggaz
Take us home dunn
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'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz til i'm high with my niggaz
Now it's on twin - now it's on twin
Yeah, hah, now it's on twin
Terror squad, big pun, the don, armaged-deon
Prospect, triple seis, cuban link, terror squaaaaaaaaad..
{＊singing til before end＊}
12.The Creation(Intro)
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13.Watch Those
Earth to pun.. come in pun..
{＊some whining noise＊}
Yeah yeah yeah..
The levels the levels the levels be good？
Levels is good, levels is good？
Yeah..
Chorus： big punisher (repeat 2x)
You got to watch those, jokers who pop those
You know those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
Indeed i spot those, actin rah rah, talkin bla-bla
That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh (ah-ahh)
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 niggaz, 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
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
Chorus
Can't no comp come at me, this battle the bronx'll back me
Got the nicest niggaz 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'ma 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
{oooooh! ＊long slurrrrrrrp＊ .. 'thanks pun!'}
Chorus
14.We Don't Care
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
We don't care (nuh-ah!)
We don't care!! (nahhhahh!)
We don't care (nuh-ah!)
We don't care!! (nahhhahh!)
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 niggaz 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
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？ ..
15.Wrong Ones
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 niggaz 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..
I'm as wicked as hitler first born
Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone
'kill niggaz 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 luke
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 niggaz 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
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
Leavin the reverand decap' and severn when i'm beheadin
The armageddeon is lettin demons slip into 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'ma 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 2x
16.You Was Wrong
What？
T-s nigga
Y'all don't know？
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
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 yo' 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
breath
The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed
And drag move quick, blend right into a 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
Damn it on ya lips
Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons
Nigga i'm pumpin my four, i ain't throwin 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 ？that bitch？
Aiyyo its one, you thought i was wack
You was wrong, album double plat
Yo its on, stop talkin shit
You was wrong, get off my dick
How dare you doubt on the ？？？, big pun the undoubtable
The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta
you
You can't tell me nothin, i'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly
button
I'm too violent for this rap shit, i should be out somehwere
killin som'thin
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, boy, with the bambaclad
On your mark get ready, run, i'm sparkin everyone
The one 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
Now its on, from the bronx where its at
You was wrong, me and pun brought it back
Now its on, stay on with the gat
You was wrong, its the don, joey crack
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 theres money on the block we control that
I got the work in the pot where that stove at
Cook it up 'til its wack, get my dough back
You niggas so wack, tryin'a 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 nodoby 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
Aiyyo, its on, though i'd stay on the block
You was wrong, now remi on the rock
So its on, thought i wasn't gonna drop
You was wrong, i was right all along
I told these niggas, that i was the sickest bitch
And everytime you spit, i'ma spit some sicker shit
Ridicoulous, i reminise when i blaze the track
Tight shit, make a nigga wanna play ya back
I'm hatin that, but i'ma make 'em all believers
Fuck hot, i'ma come and straight drop a fever
Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
And for the followers, i'ma 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 neva rhymed like that
How the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight
She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah baby
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