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BIG PUNISHER Miscellaneous Caribbean Connection"(feat. Wyclef Jean [Wyclef] Warning! [Big Pun] Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah? [loud farting noise] Shit on the whole industry Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun? Who the only one with over a thousand guns? Runnin up in niggaz 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 ? from the ?shower powers I devour? 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 oddessey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals Niggaz is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and humble My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces and pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring For 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 rollin lovely, and you feel worse, want my money Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first [Chorus: Wyclef and Pun] [Wyclef sings:] mucho trabajo poquito dinero [Pun] I'm selling perrico [Clef] Yo what's the deally yo? [Pun] I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro [repeat all 2X] [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, waitin 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 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. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetary 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 runnin a laundromat Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack Yo, 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 (fades out)] |
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