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1. _ Firewater
<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 more free lyrics |
2. _ Twinz
[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 Beatles' with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin spaghetti Everybody kiss the fuckin floor, Joey Crack, buck em all If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled 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 fillin Insanity's building up pavillion 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 leavin niggaz kneelin on they right knee [Big Punisher] Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture You small change, I'm blowin out your brains gettin richer [Fat Joe] Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what? You gettin stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck! [Big Punisher] Trunk jewels (jewels), cruisin in the Land, pumpin 'Cash Rules' Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin 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 Kickin 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 niggaz 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 slashin catchin niggaz while they sleepin, no relaxin 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 niggaz carry chalk and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury ya So remember the Squad that I'm reppin I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggaz till it's armaggedeon Chorus 2X (to fade) more free lyrics |
3. _ Pi
-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 [Sheik] (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 Sheik be freaky I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts That's what's up don't have Sheik's click clack this up Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up You know double R and Terror Squad 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, Sheik's with me Thought you cats were gonna creep on me without some type of an injury. [Chorus 2x] [Sheik] 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] more free lyrics |
4. _ My World
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 more free lyrics |
5. _ Mamma
[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? more free lyrics |
6. _ How We Roll '98
{*dice being shook up and thrown, i.e. "Tumblin Dice"*} [Big Pun] You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin on cham-pagna Rollin ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin out the custard cream Viper custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort Knox and hard (?) medallions Mockin God even Italians see my batallion pull out the broad I got the +Squad+ over-qualified, pullin over Karl Kani Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide Sparkin lye in the clouds and reppin my housin Like the Wu do in Shaolin [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 more free lyrics |
7. _ Whatcha Gon' Do?
[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 savior these few dyin days I have left, to the form of flesh.. Should I lie in my grave? I'm tryin to persuade, my matto is try to be brave And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid That why I rise from the grave singing church songs like I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum [Big Punisher] (Chorus) Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at ya front door And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar..yeah He ain't a rapper he'll kill you (Repeat) [Big Punisher] Till my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (come on) and welcome drama(yeah) Wit open arms and a code of honor My hole persona equals that of gods Definin' matters hard 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 wuz Pun if he ask you And let him know how we be deadin' um' Show 'em my emblem, the tombstone, the throne, every millennium a child is born that can preform at a level beyond the expected 4 minute 30 second song We reign supreme, my team be all up in ya dream wit the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine Executioner style, black suit and a smile who's next to get 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 BO bring in the corns baby bow (Chorus 2x's) more free lyrics |
8. _ Off the Books
[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) more free lyrics |
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9. _ Top of the World (Remix)
[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
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10. _ John Blaze
Verse One: 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 Two: 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 Three: 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 Four: 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 Five: 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 more free lyrics |
11. _ How We Roll
[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*} more free lyrics |
12. _ Still Not a Player
[Joe] whoahhaoohhH! Yeahheahhaa Don't wanna beeeee a playahh (T.S.) Intro/Chorus: Joe, Big Punisher [Joe] I don't wanna be a playa no more [Pun] I'm not a playa I just crush a lot [Joe] But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for 1 - [Pun] For my thugs, for my thugs 2 - [Pun] Uptown baby, uptown [Joe] Don't wanna be, don't wanna be - I don't wanna be a playa no more [Pun] I'm not a playa I just crush 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 playa but you still a hater Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks In house beach, french countesse, ten thou piece Rent-out lease, with a option to buy Coppin a five-oh Benz for when I'm not, far up in the sky Puffin the lye, from my Twinzito Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico We go back like PA's and wearin PJ's Now we reach the peakage, runnin trains for three days Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla My my, I'm big huh, I rip my (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'ma let you know Once I put the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere "You nasty Twin!" I don't care Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns Thick tongue, known to make a chick (come) [Joe and Big Punisher] (In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I (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 rollin 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) more free lyrics |
13. _ Banned From TV
N.O.R.E, the movie comin soon (Timbaland, SHUT THE FUCK UP) Tryin to be out in '98, you know ??? (I'm 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 more free lyrics |
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14. _ Wishful Thinking
[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
buddah 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 enemys 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 ya 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 (?) like (?)
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 muthafuckin' 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 ya 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 territorys
soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory
with pharmasoticle lavatorys
major to chemistry, PHD in streetology
degree in drug industry
combinin' H
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15. _ Freestyle With Remy Martin
[Big Pun] Yo yo yo What the fuck, Terror Squad All we do is battle what; what, what what Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer King of the throne, bringin it home five nights Up in The Source - five mics Whippin a Porsche - high price Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin I'maginin 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! more free lyrics |
16. _ Livin' La Vida Loca (Trackmasters Remix)
[Big Punisher] Yeah baby There ain't nothing better You know you like it like that Check it out yo, yo She had it goin on, red bone, fresh out of 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) more free lyrics |
17. _ You Ain't a Killer
[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 more free lyrics |
18. _ Brave in the Heart
"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 more free lyrics |
19. _ The Dream Shatterer (Original)
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 more free lyrics |
20. _ Classic Verses (Drop it Heavy and Fantastic 4)
[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 more free lyrics |
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