You Ain't A Killer Lyrics – Big Pun
[Verse 1]
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a 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, "The Shit is 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 and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams
[Hook]
You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat
[Verse 2]
You made a grave mistake
Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate
Your brains'll make the 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
Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain
Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain
There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang
I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3]
It's hard to analyze which guys is 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
Theives 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 gas, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I 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
Probably a stash magician
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strickly 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 King, down to the devil's mezzanine
I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest
One that survive is who's the wisest
[Hook - 2X]
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a 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, "The Shit is 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 and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams
[Hook]
You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat
[Verse 2]
You made a grave mistake
Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate
Your brains'll make the 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
Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain
Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain
There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang
I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3]
It's hard to analyze which guys is 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
Theives 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 gas, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I 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
Probably a stash magician
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strickly 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 King, down to the devil's mezzanine
I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest
One that survive is who's the wisest
[Hook - 2X]
Twinz (Deep Cover '98) Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Fat Joe)
[Big Punisher]
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 slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
[Fat Joe]
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll 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 wack you with my snub trey-eight
[Big Punisher]
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity filling
Insanity's building up pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
[Fat Joe]
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 leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee
[Big Punisher]
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer
[Fat Joe]
Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!
[Big Punisher]
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruising in the Land, pumping 'Cash Rules'
Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
[Fat Joe]
That's true, so who the next to get it?
TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)
[Chorus: Pun, Joe]
[Pun] And it's
[Joe] Here, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!
[Big Punisher]
Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
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 Athena my sena who 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
[Fat Joe]
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
you never see me talk to police, so
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
[Big Punisher]
Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans
known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping, no relaxing
Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
Fill the clips off, 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
[Fat Joe]
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggas carry chalk
and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
go and get it set it baby and I'm gonna bury you
So remember the Squad that I'm repping
I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggas till it's Armageddon
[Chorus 2X (to fade)]
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 slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
[Fat Joe]
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll 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 wack you with my snub trey-eight
[Big Punisher]
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity filling
Insanity's building up pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
[Fat Joe]
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 leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee
[Big Punisher]
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer
[Fat Joe]
Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!
[Big Punisher]
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruising in the Land, pumping 'Cash Rules'
Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
[Fat Joe]
That's true, so who the next to get it?
TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)
[Chorus: Pun, Joe]
[Pun] And it's
[Joe] Here, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!
[Big Punisher]
Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
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 Athena my sena who 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
[Fat Joe]
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
you never see me talk to police, so
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
[Big Punisher]
Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans
known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping, no relaxing
Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
Fill the clips off, 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
[Fat Joe]
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggas carry chalk
and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
go and get it set it baby and I'm gonna bury you
So remember the Squad that I'm repping
I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggas till it's Armageddon
[Chorus 2X (to fade)]
Whatcha Gon Do Lyrics – Big Pun
[Big Punisher]
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo...
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 call was to reign the streets
from Harlem to Queens, back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team
Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as the 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 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 motto is try to be brave
and not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
That why I rise from the grave singin church songs like
I was Je-sus Christ pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
[Chorus 2X: Big Punisher]
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
[Big Punisher]
'Til my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (c'mon)
And welcome drama (yeah) with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Definin' matters hard all 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 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone, the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
the expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
with the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their 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 niggaz shoot in the clouds
(Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from hell
Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
Hard core like B.O., bring in the corns baby bro
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo...
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 call was to reign the streets
from Harlem to Queens, back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team
Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as the 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 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 motto is try to be brave
and not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
That why I rise from the grave singin church songs like
I was Je-sus Christ pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
[Chorus 2X: Big Punisher]
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
[Big Punisher]
'Til my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (c'mon)
And welcome drama (yeah) with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Definin' matters hard all 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 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone, the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
the expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
with the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their 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 niggaz shoot in the clouds
(Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from hell
Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
Hard core like B.O., bring in the corns baby bro
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
How We Roll Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Ashanti)
[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
And that's how we roll.. roll..
[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
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Ooohooo 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..
[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
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus]
[Ashanti]
Big Pun is the largest thang
Joey Crack be stayin paid
Terror Squad from the projects man.. [fades]
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..
[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
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Ooohooo 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..
[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
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus]
[Ashanti]
Big Pun is the largest thang
Joey Crack be stayin paid
Terror Squad from the projects man.. [fades]
Still Not A Player Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Joe)
[Joe]
whoahhaoohhH! Yeah
Don't wanna be a player (T.S.)
[Intro/Chorus: Joe, Big Punisher]
[Joe] I don't wanna be a player no more
[Pun] I'm not a player I just fuck a lot
[Joe] But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
[1 - Pun] For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas
[2 - Pun] Uptown baby, uptown
[Joe] Don't wanna be, don't wanna be - I don't wanna be a player no more
[Pun] I'm not a player I just fuck a lot
[Joe] But you know Big Punisher still down by law
[Joe] Who's down to crush a lot
[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 wearing PJ's
Now we reach the peakage, running 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 (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 knock that boot, if you out to get HOOF
[Chorus]
[Big Punisher]
I love from butter pecan 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 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 (hoe) wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'm gonna 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)
[Joe and Big Punisher]
(In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly
Rubbin your spot love, got you screaming 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"
[repeat 2X]
[Chorus w/o Big Punisher]
[Joe]
Boricua, morena, boricua, morena [3X]
No more rolling with an entourage
Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad
Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher
Punisher... Joe and Big Punisher
Boricua, morena, boricua, morena [6X]
whoahhaoohhH! Yeah
Don't wanna be a player (T.S.)
[Intro/Chorus: Joe, Big Punisher]
[Joe] I don't wanna be a player no more
[Pun] I'm not a player I just fuck a lot
[Joe] But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
[1 - Pun] For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas
[2 - Pun] Uptown baby, uptown
[Joe] Don't wanna be, don't wanna be - I don't wanna be a player no more
[Pun] I'm not a player I just fuck a lot
[Joe] But you know Big Punisher still down by law
[Joe] Who's down to crush a lot
[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 wearing PJ's
Now we reach the peakage, running 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 (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 knock that boot, if you out to get HOOF
[Chorus]
[Big Punisher]
I love from butter pecan 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 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 (hoe) wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'm gonna 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)
[Joe and Big Punisher]
(In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly
Rubbin your spot love, got you screaming 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"
[repeat 2X]
[Chorus w/o Big Punisher]
[Joe]
Boricua, morena, boricua, morena [3X]
No more rolling with an entourage
Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad
Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher
Punisher... Joe and Big Punisher
Boricua, morena, boricua, morena [6X]
Off The Books Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. The Beatnuts, Cuban Link)
[Big Punisher]
Hey 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 Segall
Cause all you gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casket
That's it (that's it?) That's it
[Cuban Link]
Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit
Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate
Up in Jimmy's Cafe, havin caviar
Crackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin large
We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin 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
[JuJu]
Whattup Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco
I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though
Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo
Swervin like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo
squeezin, 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
[Psycho Les]
Your career's on life support, and I'ma pull the plug
and have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug
in they blood, no escapin this
Niggaz is goin over their favorite shit (for what?) to be tapin this
World premier, loud and clear
Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
Dissapear, jump in the Cavalier
Feelin marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles
For pleasure, bring your territory sever
Keep my workers under pressure got em sayin "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
Makin mad money off the books this year, ain't nothin
but crooks in here
Gettin mad money off the books this year
[repeat 2X]
Go! [64X]
Hey 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 Segall
Cause all you gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casket
That's it (that's it?) That's it
[Cuban Link]
Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit
Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate
Up in Jimmy's Cafe, havin caviar
Crackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin large
We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin 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
[JuJu]
Whattup Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco
I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though
Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo
Swervin like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo
squeezin, 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
[Psycho Les]
Your career's on life support, and I'ma pull the plug
and have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug
in they blood, no escapin this
Niggaz is goin over their favorite shit (for what?) to be tapin this
World premier, loud and clear
Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
Dissapear, jump in the Cavalier
Feelin marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles
For pleasure, bring your territory sever
Keep my workers under pressure got em sayin "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
Makin mad money off the books this year, ain't nothin
but crooks in here
Gettin mad money off the books this year
[repeat 2X]
Go! [64X]
Banned From T.V. Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Noreaga, Jadakiss, Styles P, Nature, Cam'ron)
N.O.R.E, the movie
Comin soon
(Timbaland, SHUT THE FUCK UP)
Tryin to be out in '98, you know ??
(Im tryin to watch this movie)
This the real shit
(Shut the fuck UP!!!!!)
'98, its ours
[Nature]
Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Blow you away like its part of the plan
I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it
Walkin my walk, thugged out orthopedic
Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader
Make me go extra hard, yo nore should I hold back or show the repirtore
Quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
I show them why its so hard to reach us
I get pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots yall niggas never be
Packed in like green bay
Harlem week to queens day
Performing acapella, no dj
98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins
[Big Pun]
Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks
Pour on the fort knox lazura
Shark salad with cabbage
Pork chops and applesauce
Twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in
Pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training
I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst
Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
Uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said
Ay yo I hold niggas ransom for money
Like johhny handsome
Been sonning niggas for so long
I think I got a grandson
My passion is money, a stash and a honey
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
Thats my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon
Just a little ghetto
Where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little
[Cam'ron]
Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
Seen my story on 6,666 pages
Wages, I wrote six aces
And at the same dice games, I caught six cases
All over big faces, now it's tipped laces
Ready to dig faces, but the bang it ain't
Bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages
Cats like to rip places
Bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races?
But I stay in import the pig places
But the world know the girl though
I fuck her off a furlough
She'll be up, hook me up
All your sales could be luck
Only question for these ducks is
Baby girl can we fuck
You the type that need a wife
Thought L-o-x told yall the key to life
Asshole, yo I don't play around
I lay it down
Fuck around, I spray around
Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
My ass, you can kick or kiss it
[Jadakiss (Styles)]
Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss)
And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the (back of a whip)
(See the plan is to stash all), and cash yall
(The weed so strong), they gotta put it glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out, (mope me out)
Cuz the rims on my new joint be poking out
(I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep)
Do they dance with the devil when they sleep
(I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit)
Shit that they kick in ya ear,
When your soul be driftin in air
My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears
That shit'll drop down my eye,
I'm too tired to cry,
(and I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die)
(They say you get what you ask for)
So get it cuz you asked for it
(If a nigga ain't a thief) then he better have the cash for it
And we gonna be around til ya body rot
And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
What! What! What! What!
[Noreaga]
Yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
Ay yo lets get loose, hennesey straight, with tomato juice
Queens stallion, my guns, fully italian
Now yall niggas recognize medallions
I play the best hood, o-t with tim westwood
Used to be on section 8, now my section is good
Thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could
And I don't give a fuck what! yo I save my shit
And I don't give a fuck what! you can save your shit
Yall niggas like extra skin on my dick
Listen to bob marley, you funny niggas like steve harvey
Frontin live with a weak army
I play the nice guy too, I'll smoke wit you
But the realness, I ain't got no love for you
Thats why I never do a song with you
Not even if your babies mom fucked the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
I still say no, no is no, no can doe
Ya niggas drinking henneray, drinking my flow
Yo, thug shit thug shit what what
What the fuck is the deal
Thugged out entertainment
Untertainment
L-o-x
Terror squad
This shit is fucking official
Comin soon
(Timbaland, SHUT THE FUCK UP)
Tryin to be out in '98, you know ??
(Im tryin to watch this movie)
This the real shit
(Shut the fuck UP!!!!!)
'98, its ours
[Nature]
Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Blow you away like its part of the plan
I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it
Walkin my walk, thugged out orthopedic
Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader
Make me go extra hard, yo nore should I hold back or show the repirtore
Quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
I show them why its so hard to reach us
I get pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots yall niggas never be
Packed in like green bay
Harlem week to queens day
Performing acapella, no dj
98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins
[Big Pun]
Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks
Pour on the fort knox lazura
Shark salad with cabbage
Pork chops and applesauce
Twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in
Pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training
I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst
Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
Uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said
Ay yo I hold niggas ransom for money
Like johhny handsome
Been sonning niggas for so long
I think I got a grandson
My passion is money, a stash and a honey
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
Thats my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon
Just a little ghetto
Where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little
[Cam'ron]
Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
Seen my story on 6,666 pages
Wages, I wrote six aces
And at the same dice games, I caught six cases
All over big faces, now it's tipped laces
Ready to dig faces, but the bang it ain't
Bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages
Cats like to rip places
Bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races?
But I stay in import the pig places
But the world know the girl though
I fuck her off a furlough
She'll be up, hook me up
All your sales could be luck
Only question for these ducks is
Baby girl can we fuck
You the type that need a wife
Thought L-o-x told yall the key to life
Asshole, yo I don't play around
I lay it down
Fuck around, I spray around
Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
My ass, you can kick or kiss it
[Jadakiss (Styles)]
Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss)
And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the (back of a whip)
(See the plan is to stash all), and cash yall
(The weed so strong), they gotta put it glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out, (mope me out)
Cuz the rims on my new joint be poking out
(I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep)
Do they dance with the devil when they sleep
(I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit)
Shit that they kick in ya ear,
When your soul be driftin in air
My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears
That shit'll drop down my eye,
I'm too tired to cry,
(and I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die)
(They say you get what you ask for)
So get it cuz you asked for it
(If a nigga ain't a thief) then he better have the cash for it
And we gonna be around til ya body rot
And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
What! What! What! What!
[Noreaga]
Yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
Ay yo lets get loose, hennesey straight, with tomato juice
Queens stallion, my guns, fully italian
Now yall niggas recognize medallions
I play the best hood, o-t with tim westwood
Used to be on section 8, now my section is good
Thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could
And I don't give a fuck what! yo I save my shit
And I don't give a fuck what! you can save your shit
Yall niggas like extra skin on my dick
Listen to bob marley, you funny niggas like steve harvey
Frontin live with a weak army
I play the nice guy too, I'll smoke wit you
But the realness, I ain't got no love for you
Thats why I never do a song with you
Not even if your babies mom fucked the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
I still say no, no is no, no can doe
Ya niggas drinking henneray, drinking my flow
Yo, thug shit thug shit what what
What the fuck is the deal
Thugged out entertainment
Untertainment
L-o-x
Terror squad
This shit is fucking official
Mama Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Tony Sunshine)
[Chorus: 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?
[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, hatin myself
"Ahora a tu!" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self
That's the law - the streets are like basketball
but 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)
[Chorus]
[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 weakness's, 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 niggaz 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!
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]
[Tony Sunshine]
Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma..
I just killed a man..
Ma-mmaaaa.. what am I to do?
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?
[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, hatin myself
"Ahora a tu!" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self
That's the law - the streets are like basketball
but 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)
[Chorus]
[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 weakness's, 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 niggaz 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!
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]
[Tony Sunshine]
Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma..
I just killed a man..
Ma-mmaaaa.. what am I to do?
Brave In The Heart Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Terror Squad)
"Remember Pun?"
Yeah, check me out..
"Remember Pun?"
Terror Squad..
[Triple Seis]
I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars
Face Triple Seis the God of War like Mars
that leave MC's smashed but my Squad, is odd
Y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
of my extreme fellas, rockin the (?) sweaters
The ones who paid with they life
I rock for forty days and forty 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
Knahmean? 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 niggaz 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 missin link
I got my +Hustle+ on like Larry Flynt
[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 lightning
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 heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD
Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
She said she'd starve on a diet instead 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
"Big Pun.." ".. 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"
"We brave in the heart.."
".. p-p-p-playin a part"
"Amazingly smart.."
".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God"
"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart"
"Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> [KRS]
[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 nine 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 and switch bigger
than more berry 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
"Big Pun.."
"Forever.. do you understand? FOREVER!" -> [KRS]
[Fat Joe]
Make way for krill, 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
Wanna keep your post then don't beef with Joe
Still niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz that's seekin to flip
"We brave in the heart.."
".. p-p-p-playin a part"
"Amazingly smart.."
".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God"
"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart"
"Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> [KRS]
"Do you understand? FOREVER!" -> [KRS]
Yeah, check me out..
"Remember Pun?"
Terror Squad..
[Triple Seis]
I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars
Face Triple Seis the God of War like Mars
that leave MC's smashed but my Squad, is odd
Y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
of my extreme fellas, rockin the (?) sweaters
The ones who paid with they life
I rock for forty days and forty 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
Knahmean? 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 niggaz 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 missin link
I got my +Hustle+ on like Larry Flynt
[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 lightning
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 heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD
Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
She said she'd starve on a diet instead 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
"Big Pun.." ".. 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"
"We brave in the heart.."
".. p-p-p-playin a part"
"Amazingly smart.."
".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God"
"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart"
"Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> [KRS]
[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 nine 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 and switch bigger
than more berry 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
"Big Pun.."
"Forever.. do you understand? FOREVER!" -> [KRS]
[Fat Joe]
Make way for krill, 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
Wanna keep your post then don't beef with Joe
Still niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz that's seekin to flip
"We brave in the heart.."
".. p-p-p-playin a part"
"Amazingly smart.."
".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God"
"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart"
"Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> [KRS]
"Do you understand? FOREVER!" -> [KRS]
The Dream Shatterer (Original) Lyrics – Big Pun
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, niggaz 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
[Chorus]
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin like you Satan when I'm the rhymin abomination
[repeat Chorus]
[Big Pun]
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'ma 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
[Chorus - 3X]
[Big Pun]
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
[Chorus - 4X, fades out]
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, niggaz 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
[Chorus]
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin like you Satan when I'm the rhymin abomination
[repeat Chorus]
[Big Pun]
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'ma 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
[Chorus - 3X]
[Big Pun]
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
[Chorus - 4X, fades out]
John Blaze Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Fat Joe, Nas, Raekwon, Jadakiss)
[Verse 1: Nas]
My 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, niggaz 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
[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
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 sh-sh-sh-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
[Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad]
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
"Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" - [Method Man]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Aiyyo 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 niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz 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 niggaz get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, 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 niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Fat Joe]
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
[Chorus 2X]
My 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, niggaz 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
[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
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 sh-sh-sh-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
[Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad]
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
"Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" - [Method Man]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Aiyyo 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 niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz 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 niggaz get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, 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 niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Fat Joe]
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
[Chorus 2X]
My World Lyrics – Big Pun
Uhh.. 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
Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin
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 tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills
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, niggaz 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 mamma
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 niggaz tryin to work it out
Listen friend, strictly biz it's nothin perso-nal
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]
[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
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
Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin
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 tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills
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, niggaz 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 mamma
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 niggaz tryin to work it out
Listen friend, strictly biz it's nothin perso-nal
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]
[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
Piña Colada Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Sheek Louch)
-Vaya
-Come on
-Vaya
-A vailar
[Chorus 2x]
Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? -Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? -Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar
[Sheek]
(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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 Sheek 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 Sheek's click clack this up
Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggaz want they cut.
[Chorus 2x]
[Big Pun]
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 cause 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!
[Chorus 2x]
[Big Pun]
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, Sheek's with me
Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
without some type of an injury.
[Chorus 2x]
[Sheek]
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!
[Chorus 2x]
-Come on
-Vaya
-A vailar
[Chorus 2x]
Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? -Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? -Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar
[Sheek]
(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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 Sheek 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 Sheek's click clack this up
Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggaz want they cut.
[Chorus 2x]
[Big Pun]
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 cause 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!
[Chorus 2x]
[Big Pun]
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, Sheek's with me
Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
without some type of an injury.
[Chorus 2x]
[Sheek]
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!
[Chorus 2x]
Top Of The World (Remix) Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Brandy, Fat Joe)
[Rodney]
Yo I don't think they're ready for this one
Another Darkchild remix
Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad
Come on
[Big Pun]
Hear the truth shorty
With my fruit punch and my forty
Sweeter than candy, Brandy's the only one for me
You get it up
It's only the middle of the week
But when you called Joe and Pun
You kept it real with the streets
That's the true honor
Not the jewels or Garbana
Any fool can't accomplish just a few hundred dollars
That's paper thin, I got my mamma out the apron
I'm loyal to her from eight to ten
Make way for the twin
[Fat Joe (Brandy)]
Who the twins that be making it hot
(Say what?)
Number one on you Billboard charts
Showing love to them thugs who be holding the blocks
And we be tearing up the club like the Three Six Mob
Joey Crack baby, ain't no time to react lazy
Brandy gave us a call and our track's gravy
Perhaps maybe we can ball with this
And all get rich, I ain't only talking ish!
[Brandy]
Some people say that I am not the same girl
They think that I am in my own world
What makes them think that I have changed, yeah
A little dough can not erase my problems
Me, like you, I have to try and solve them
Yes everything is quite the same
[1 - Brandy]
Sitting on top the world
Sitting on top, no that's not so
Everybody changes, let it go
Sitting on top the world
I'm just one girl trying to live my life
But someone telling me what I like
[Brandy]
Back in the days...when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
[Brandy]
I wonder why it's often said that my life's
A fairy tale and everything is so right
I wish that you could know the truth, yeah
My life is real so please don't get it twisted
Problems the same and got to be dealt with
These are the things I wish you knew, ooh yeah
[Repeat 1]
[Fat Joe]
Ever since you wanted to be down
I wanted to put you on
But you ain't come around
Had no time for the don
Sixteen on the block
The latest phenomenon
Number one with a bullett
And your own sitcom
Brandy hand me one of the platinum hits
People talk but they don't know the half of it
Well the fact this is, we're in the worst business
And anything you have you deserve it miss
[Big Pun]
Encima del mundo
Follow the squad we never segundo
Tell el mundo, telling vatos of every remover
Word chula we packing men like Lollapalooza
From here to Havana, Cuba then Puerto Rico en scooter
Getting mula
Sitting on top of the world like A Buddha
Who the first Latin to go platinum without the basura
Big Pun the caputera with cheddar
Never settle for second best cause I'm primera, which forever
[Repeat 1 till end]
Yo I don't think they're ready for this one
Another Darkchild remix
Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad
Come on
[Big Pun]
Hear the truth shorty
With my fruit punch and my forty
Sweeter than candy, Brandy's the only one for me
You get it up
It's only the middle of the week
But when you called Joe and Pun
You kept it real with the streets
That's the true honor
Not the jewels or Garbana
Any fool can't accomplish just a few hundred dollars
That's paper thin, I got my mamma out the apron
I'm loyal to her from eight to ten
Make way for the twin
[Fat Joe (Brandy)]
Who the twins that be making it hot
(Say what?)
Number one on you Billboard charts
Showing love to them thugs who be holding the blocks
And we be tearing up the club like the Three Six Mob
Joey Crack baby, ain't no time to react lazy
Brandy gave us a call and our track's gravy
Perhaps maybe we can ball with this
And all get rich, I ain't only talking ish!
[Brandy]
Some people say that I am not the same girl
They think that I am in my own world
What makes them think that I have changed, yeah
A little dough can not erase my problems
Me, like you, I have to try and solve them
Yes everything is quite the same
[1 - Brandy]
Sitting on top the world
Sitting on top, no that's not so
Everybody changes, let it go
Sitting on top the world
I'm just one girl trying to live my life
But someone telling me what I like
[Brandy]
Back in the days...when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
[Brandy]
I wonder why it's often said that my life's
A fairy tale and everything is so right
I wish that you could know the truth, yeah
My life is real so please don't get it twisted
Problems the same and got to be dealt with
These are the things I wish you knew, ooh yeah
[Repeat 1]
[Fat Joe]
Ever since you wanted to be down
I wanted to put you on
But you ain't come around
Had no time for the don
Sixteen on the block
The latest phenomenon
Number one with a bullett
And your own sitcom
Brandy hand me one of the platinum hits
People talk but they don't know the half of it
Well the fact this is, we're in the worst business
And anything you have you deserve it miss
[Big Pun]
Encima del mundo
Follow the squad we never segundo
Tell el mundo, telling vatos of every remover
Word chula we packing men like Lollapalooza
From here to Havana, Cuba then Puerto Rico en scooter
Getting mula
Sitting on top of the world like A Buddha
Who the first Latin to go platinum without the basura
Big Pun the caputera with cheddar
Never settle for second best cause I'm primera, which forever
[Repeat 1 till end]
Livin' La Vida Loca (Remix) Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Ricky Martin, Fat Joe, Cuban Link)
[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)
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)
Fire Water Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Fat Joe, Armageddon, Raekwon)
(That's how the east side gets down, word up!)
(4:30 in the morning, mira
you know what I mean, mira
let's get this money sorted and counted, word
know what I mean, dame te culo mami
give me my shit back, mira, hey yo
Fat Joe and them is here now, word
shine like marbles, collects diamonds
the remix, add on son
politic for the real ones...)
[Chorus-Raekwon]
We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner....
[Raekwon]
Yo, control this rap like Napoleon
Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in
Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah
Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'
929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass
Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense
Time to pull again, release the shell,well
Make 'em yell again, so sleek
But I'm a be maxin' in suites
Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps
Hittin' your chick in Jeeps
Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?
You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free
What?, you got heat, you better pop those
We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes
That rock those, much land discoveries
Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly
Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me
So dissin' me, come on now listen G,
You's a dime I'm a key
Thun, thun straight out of Sicily
Now, back to the stash crib
Joey Crack baggin' up cracks
One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!
[chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Word ...life, I'll be the infamous
Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest
Run up in your crib, blast your kids
Ain't no myth in this, shit's official
I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson
Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven
Gives me an erection
You need protection from the smooth assassin
Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas
Execution fashion
Now who's the fat one that you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you
Then I'll wack you with my snub 38
It doesn't take much to make me restless
Look at my face and definite lose your breath
truck my face is Lexus
You want to test this, so really?,
I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry
I'm very dangerous and well-connected
I puff an L with Method, then try to
Decide who's next to fill his neck slit
So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost
Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!
[chorus]
[Armageddeon]
You guys despise guys like us
Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus
You cuss and claim a bust
You lust for a part of us, you thrust
But can't touch
Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust
Put the pressure on the mic, I biz
Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back
We're having sex, tight-ass flex
Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek
Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex
My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer
Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts
I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate
All your version predicates
Done as well as you pronunciate
In the (west)?,we're gonna break you off the isle
Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender
[chorus]
[Punisher]
Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'
Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons
Divisin' ideas with masterminders
Movin' on a stash of diamonds
First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners
Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard
But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with
I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers
Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas
Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others
You's the best, yet, and still
I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch
Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test
The real scandalous
I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles
Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist
Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists
Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches....
Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond
(4:30 in the morning, mira
you know what I mean, mira
let's get this money sorted and counted, word
know what I mean, dame te culo mami
give me my shit back, mira, hey yo
Fat Joe and them is here now, word
shine like marbles, collects diamonds
the remix, add on son
politic for the real ones...)
[Chorus-Raekwon]
We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner....
[Raekwon]
Yo, control this rap like Napoleon
Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in
Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah
Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'
929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass
Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense
Time to pull again, release the shell,well
Make 'em yell again, so sleek
But I'm a be maxin' in suites
Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps
Hittin' your chick in Jeeps
Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?
You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free
What?, you got heat, you better pop those
We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes
That rock those, much land discoveries
Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly
Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me
So dissin' me, come on now listen G,
You's a dime I'm a key
Thun, thun straight out of Sicily
Now, back to the stash crib
Joey Crack baggin' up cracks
One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!
[chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Word ...life, I'll be the infamous
Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest
Run up in your crib, blast your kids
Ain't no myth in this, shit's official
I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson
Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven
Gives me an erection
You need protection from the smooth assassin
Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas
Execution fashion
Now who's the fat one that you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you
Then I'll wack you with my snub 38
It doesn't take much to make me restless
Look at my face and definite lose your breath
truck my face is Lexus
You want to test this, so really?,
I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry
I'm very dangerous and well-connected
I puff an L with Method, then try to
Decide who's next to fill his neck slit
So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost
Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!
[chorus]
[Armageddeon]
You guys despise guys like us
Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus
You cuss and claim a bust
You lust for a part of us, you thrust
But can't touch
Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust
Put the pressure on the mic, I biz
Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back
We're having sex, tight-ass flex
Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek
Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex
My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer
Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts
I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate
All your version predicates
Done as well as you pronunciate
In the (west)?,we're gonna break you off the isle
Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender
[chorus]
[Punisher]
Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'
Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons
Divisin' ideas with masterminders
Movin' on a stash of diamonds
First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners
Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard
But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with
I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers
Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas
Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others
You's the best, yet, and still
I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch
Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test
The real scandalous
I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles
Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist
Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists
Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches....
Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond
Classic Verses Medley: Drop It Heavy / Fantastic 4 Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. DJ Clue)
[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'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
[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 Ac(ura)
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act
My niggaz 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
[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'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
[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 Ac(ura)
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act
My niggaz 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
Freestyle Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. 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 niggaz 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 niggaz
cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggaz
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 niggaz like, "I bet you Pun wrote it"
Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!
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 niggaz 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 niggaz
cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggaz
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 niggaz like, "I bet you Pun wrote it"
Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!
Wishful Thinking Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Fat Joe, Kool G Rap, B Real)
[Chorus]
[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 of the hill eliminate the guitars
[Verse 1: B-Real]
Thinkin' of takin' a plane
to take a flight out to the red light
and smuggle 10 pounds of weed
make it home tonight
be the number 1 smuggler in the area
got enough weed to fill up and air craft carrier
erb slanger, Hasila Incorporated
state to state and over seas gettin' faded
Buddha king had seen the green proton
I'm bringing it on right back home to Don
many different strains of erb in my brain
I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane
skunk and the one chocolate ty bud
niggaz lets get high in the sky hit the blunts
and the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggaz don't stop
fools get sprung when they get there smoked up for crops
like gettin' props, where all the soldiers in the board
yo what would you do if the world was yours.
[Chorus]
[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 twist the caps enemies I devour
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yo it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's
lying penance with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face with avengances
having blocks on in the lava 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 momma single be mastera heater on city streets
in the east I be known as Don Cartegena
claimin' the throne like Calderon in this heroin arena
lacin' the china wit Menida
to seller need repeater or be a leader
like a preacher or presume a steeper
peep the shit that I be on, sippin' Don
until I'm drunk with a million in my trunk like Nikki Vons
come on I be the top extortionist
adopt adopted foster kids right out the motherfucking' orphanage
yea, I do it for the youth, I'm livin' proof
all my peeps in the streets know I speak the truth.
[Chorus]
[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 slangin' last by every hour
[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
No doubt,
I be the crime story of all ghetto territories
soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory
with pharmaceutical lavatories
major to chemistry, PHD in streetology
degree in drug industry
combinin' H?O with matter from crack batter
rest it through molecules scatter
launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter
mind bitin' an arm starts a crime
G equals and MC that ain't near the square son I gets mine
but yo the kill the fill with force fields and shields
and holy steel, a nigga keep it real
you know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high for me to grab
I got to have, stack all the cabbage
from constructin' a drug traffic
police a jam me in try to find a new pot to frame me in
Aramians so I resort the evil thoughts like Damien
this flame of fury to the D-A and the jury
100 grand the judges hammer slams I'm a free man.
[Chorus]
[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'm walkin' waters
spit fire and shit H?en-Dazs
idolize no man like Conan and stand beside the guards
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 lible to start manipulatin' minds infiltratin' clown
'm out the pitfalls of life entice with nickle plated nine
it seems every time I'm dream I'm in a nightmare of fiend
livin' a world of mothers and queens and men would fight fare
[Fat Joe:] Hell Yea!
I wish I could, I wish I could
never forget this whole damn world ain't shit I'm just a hood
yo I change my life make my wife and get the chance for 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 till my heart's content
repent and vow she be forgiven
how could we be proud to live in a world
which condemns man, child, to women
child to women.
[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 of the hill eliminate the guitars
[Verse 1: B-Real]
Thinkin' of takin' a plane
to take a flight out to the red light
and smuggle 10 pounds of weed
make it home tonight
be the number 1 smuggler in the area
got enough weed to fill up and air craft carrier
erb slanger, Hasila Incorporated
state to state and over seas gettin' faded
Buddha king had seen the green proton
I'm bringing it on right back home to Don
many different strains of erb in my brain
I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane
skunk and the one chocolate ty bud
niggaz lets get high in the sky hit the blunts
and the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggaz don't stop
fools get sprung when they get there smoked up for crops
like gettin' props, where all the soldiers in the board
yo what would you do if the world was yours.
[Chorus]
[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 twist the caps enemies I devour
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yo it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's
lying penance with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face with avengances
having blocks on in the lava 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 momma single be mastera heater on city streets
in the east I be known as Don Cartegena
claimin' the throne like Calderon in this heroin arena
lacin' the china wit Menida
to seller need repeater or be a leader
like a preacher or presume a steeper
peep the shit that I be on, sippin' Don
until I'm drunk with a million in my trunk like Nikki Vons
come on I be the top extortionist
adopt adopted foster kids right out the motherfucking' orphanage
yea, I do it for the youth, I'm livin' proof
all my peeps in the streets know I speak the truth.
[Chorus]
[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 slangin' last by every hour
[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
No doubt,
I be the crime story of all ghetto territories
soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory
with pharmaceutical lavatories
major to chemistry, PHD in streetology
degree in drug industry
combinin' H?O with matter from crack batter
rest it through molecules scatter
launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter
mind bitin' an arm starts a crime
G equals and MC that ain't near the square son I gets mine
but yo the kill the fill with force fields and shields
and holy steel, a nigga keep it real
you know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high for me to grab
I got to have, stack all the cabbage
from constructin' a drug traffic
police a jam me in try to find a new pot to frame me in
Aramians so I resort the evil thoughts like Damien
this flame of fury to the D-A and the jury
100 grand the judges hammer slams I'm a free man.
[Chorus]
[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'm walkin' waters
spit fire and shit H?en-Dazs
idolize no man like Conan and stand beside the guards
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 lible to start manipulatin' minds infiltratin' clown
'm out the pitfalls of life entice with nickle plated nine
it seems every time I'm dream I'm in a nightmare of fiend
livin' a world of mothers and queens and men would fight fare
[Fat Joe:] Hell Yea!
I wish I could, I wish I could
never forget this whole damn world ain't shit I'm just a hood
yo I change my life make my wife and get the chance for 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 till my heart's content
repent and vow she be forgiven
how could we be proud to live in a world
which condemns man, child, to women
child to women.
How We Roll '98 Lyrics – Big Pun
[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
[Chorus: 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
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus - 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 from
[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
[Chorus: 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
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus - 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 from
Watch Those Lyrics – Big Pun
[Big Punisher]
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)
[Big Punisher]
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]
[Big Punisher]
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]
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)
[Big Punisher]
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]
[Big Punisher]
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]
Off Wit His Head Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Prospect)
[Big Punisher]
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?
[Prospect]
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?
[Big Punisher]
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?
[Prospect]
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?
[Big Punisher]
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 have a gun 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'
[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 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?
[Big Punisher]
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
[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'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
[Opera Steve]
Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armaged-deon
Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror Squaaaaaaaaad..
[singing til before end]
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?
[Prospect]
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?
[Big Punisher]
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?
[Prospect]
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?
[Big Punisher]
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 have a gun 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'
[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 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?
[Big Punisher]
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
[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'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
[Opera Steve]
Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armaged-deon
Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror Squaaaaaaaaad..
[singing til before end]
It's So Hard Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Donell Jones)
[Big Punisher]
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..
[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, 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
[Big Punisher - overlaps chorus]
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
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..
[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, 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
[Big Punisher - overlaps chorus]
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
We Don't Care Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Cuban Link)
[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 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 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, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers
Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders
Thrown in the garbage, 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? ..
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 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 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, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers
Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders
Thrown in the garbage, 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? ..
New York Giants Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. M.O.P.)
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
[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 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)]
[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 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
[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 out
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 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)]
[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 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
[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 out
My Dick Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Tony Sunshine)
[Tony Sunshine]
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, Sound Boy!
??, 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..
[Big Punisher]
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!
[Tony Sunshine]
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..
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, Sound Boy!
??, 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..
[Big Punisher]
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!
[Tony Sunshine]
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..
Leather Face Lyrics – Big Pun
[Big Punisher]
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!"
[Big Punisher]
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 (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 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 impaired 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?
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!"
[Big Punisher]
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 (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 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 impaired 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?
100% Lyrics – Big Pun (feat. Tony Sunshine)
[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
[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 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]
[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, 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 auto
Tony Sunshine please canten el coro
[Chorus]
[Tony] It ain't over
[Pun] I thought you ain't like the beat
[Tony] Te digo que no se ha acabao
[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]
[Frankie Cutlass sample]
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
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
[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 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]
[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, 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 auto
Tony Sunshine please canten el coro
[Chorus]
[Tony] It ain't over
[Pun] I thought you ain't like the beat
[Tony] Te digo que no se ha acabao
[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]
[Frankie Cutlass sample]
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
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