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The Nicest (Intro)
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[Hook: Big Pun]
Let's go toe to toe
Any stupid ass can blast a foe
And let me know who man enough to go toe to toe
Somebody let me know
Who's not afraid to go blow for blow
And show how real niggas really roll
[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Yo
Niggas know not to front
I can knock a chump out the box
And just stomp fuck a Glock or pump
So pop the trunk and grab your .38
Ill snap your fucking vertebrae
And match your early date to the pearly gates
My murder rate is phenomenal
What I'mma do
Is crush your abdominals
Save the talk for Donahue
This I promise you
Big Punisher gotta keep it real
A puerto rock gorilla blowin' spots like godzilla
A crowd thrilla' in the rap arena
The Bob Jab and weaver
That keeps niggas on their toes like ballerinas
[Verse 2: Cuban Link]
I"ll bag ya team up in a hundred heftys
If you wanna come and test me
Son forget the guns and knuckle up against me
Ill fuck you up like Dempsey but without the gloves
Spit out the double edge and wet ya motherfucking mug
Wit blood
Im rough and rugged
I shine like a nugget
Im the last motherfucker that you ever wanna fuck wit
Up it
Or get stuck by the Cuban Link
I do my thing bringing it back and forth like a boomerang
You can't hang
So think again before you start rappin'
We make it happen
Two Latin thugs too tough to flatten
[Verse 3: Big Pun]
Fuck the clappin' lets get to scrappin'
Grapplin' on the floor
Niggas thinking they hardcore till I lock the door
Figure four!
Break ya ankles
Shank ya face make you scream thank you
Hang you off the roof naked just to make an example
Handle ya business
In this game there ain't too many winners
Any nigga can render your existence if his aim is better
Hold ya fort down whether with or without the four pound
New York down for whatever
What up twin
[Verse 4: Cuban Link]
I never back down
I hold my ground and pound a body like Muhammad Ali
Papi we can lock up in the lobby
I be
Bobbin and weaving leaving niggas out of breath
Then I dig in they chest with my 5 fingers of death
TS bringing it live from the boogie
My crew be too deep
Our biggest pussy will make sushi out chok and suki
So for the rookies who be talking in riddles
How many hits it'll take
Before I break through your middle?
[Verse 5: Big Pun]
You too little
I'm cock diesel with evil intent
Leave you with dents bent off the fear that your people repent
Set it
Lets get it on like Marvin I'm starving to fight
Get 'em starting to slice all the orators carving the knife
Im deadly
Niggas already dread me in every scary area beware of the jaw burier
Big dog's the terrier
Tearing the ears off of artists
That's mostly cartilage
No bullshitting
You rip em right off just pull em hard enough
Rolling with us
You must be ready for death hit you with so many rights
You going beg for a left
[Hook: Big Pun]
Let's go toe to toe
Any stupid ass can blast a foe
And let me know who man enough to go toe to toe
Somebody let me know
Who's not afraid to go blow for blow
And show how real niggas really roll
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[Verse 1]
Ayo, I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam and Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the BP shine off the boardhead
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
'Cause he ain't worth jack
Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back
Watch the Earth crack, hand him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rappin' in tongues, packin' the ones
Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns
It's Big Pun, the one and only son of Tony Montana
You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana
Come on, pana, we need more rhymers
Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda
A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind, like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar
[Chorus]
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
[Verse 2]
I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine
Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane
Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms
If you came to learn how to make fire, I'ma make it burn
Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser
As smart as MacGyver could put honor inside the heart of a liar
Involved in a life of crime, fuck it, I like the shine
Up in the white and lime, 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 GOODNIGHT!
Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet
Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the "Benjamins" beat
But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter
It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger
So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound
You ever heard; Desert Bird, player, you outta bounds
[Chorus]
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
[Verse 3]
You know the Pun'll diss you, if your whole steez is unofficial
I'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tongue-kiss you
With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips
Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic
It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear, crystal clear
"Come here, let me kiss your tears!"
Everything you fear is here, you ain't 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 offendin' than Eddie Murph's worst
I thirst for blood like a vampire
Any man claimin' his game's tighter IS A GODDAMN LIAR!!!
I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought
Drain a quart of blood out ya brain and leave ya insane in the dark
The King of New York, lays his crown in the Boogie Down
And sprays the town with the MAC—hoodie down
I'm no joke, I'll soak your face with a sweeper
Die in disgrace or face your death through the speaker
[Chorus]
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
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[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready
Meet me at Vito's with Noodles
We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor
Joey Crack, buck 'em all
If they move – Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!
Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know
That we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddily
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake
Smack you, then I whack you with my snub tre eight
[Verse 3: Big Pun]
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like Amityville, I drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'
Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'
A villain without remorse, who's willin' to out your boss
Forever, and take all the cheddar like child support
[Verse 4: Fat Joe & Big Pun]
I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
My brother from another mother, sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best—might be
Even better, leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer
Hit ya with the MAC, smack your bitch, nigga what?
You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck
Truck jewels, cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' Cash Rules
Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin' to pass through
That's true! (So who the next to get it?)
TS the best that did it
(Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's…)
[Chorus: Fat Joe & Big Pun]
Yeah, and you don't stop!
Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill 'em to the top
Yeah, and you don't stop!
Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
Yeah, and you don't stop!
We'll make it hot, nigga, what?
Bring it, I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you don't stop!
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop
[Verse 5: Big Pun]
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet first through the morgue
Then lodge 'em in the deep earth
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights
Tonight I hold my rosary tight as I can
I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
Black Pearl Latina mas fina but keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it, it's no secret
Watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kickin' ass as I blast off heat
And you never see me talk to police
Though you should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat
And I'll leave you right there, so beware
It's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
[Verse 7: Big Pun]
Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion
Puerto Ricans known for slashin'
Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'
Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three TECs in the Jeep Lexus, just in case police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God
When the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down
Until I'm locked and shot down
Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down
[Verse 8: Fat Joe]
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
Every time, plus I'm the crime boss of New York
Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk our prey like a predator
Whoever want it, go and get it
Set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya
So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'
I fill a clip of my weapon
And punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon
[Chorus: Fat Joe & (Big Pun)]
Yeah, and you don't stop!
Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill 'em to the top
Yeah, and you don't stop!
Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
Yeah, and you don't stop!
We'll make it hot, nigga, what?
Bring it, I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you don't stop!
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop
Big Pun - Pakinamac (First part):
[Drug Dealer]
This my shit right here man, thug, [?], and [?] gave me this shit right here my nigga aight
Niggas got my back, y'all niggas is under us
Know what I'm sayin'?
You wit' us, you under me
Know what I'm sayin'?
You fuckin'-
I'm talkin' to you nigga
Fuck I'm talkin' to you man
Word up man
You gettin' your work from me
Nigga you ain't makin' no fuckin' records out here
Fuck is you, a rap star?
*Acura pulls up, Pun opens door, comes out, closes door*
[Big Pun]
Yo, yo what the fuck is up
Twin, Sean, what up Mike?
Sup
[Drug Dealer]
Look at this man, this what I'm talkin' 'bout right here
Fat ass germin' niggas walkin' on my set man
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[Big Pun]
Fuck you talkin' to bitch?
[Drug Dealer]
I'm talkin' to you muthafucka
Who fuck out-
[Big Pun]
Nigga, I'll break your ugly crackhead back bih-
[Drug Dealer]
What? haha
Yo, yo check this out, check this out
Why you goin' to the car? Why you goin' to the car?
What?
[Big Pun]
What nigga?
Why you reachin' my nigga? Why you reachin'?
Why you reachin' my ni-, what
Yeah aight, aight
[Drug Dealer]
Yo, yo fuck that
Clear me, clear me
Shit yeah what
*Gun shots*
[Big Pun]
Toma, toma
Bitch what, what
Come here, get the fuck over here
Come here, my nigga toma
[Drug Dealer]
Why I didn't hit your fat ass man
Word up, I should've hit your fat ass
How I fu-
*Gun shots*
[Big Pun]
Fuckin' bitch
[Sean]
Oh shit
You fuckin' crazy man, you fuckin' crazy yo
[Big Pun]
You hit nigga?
[Sean]
Yeah I'm hit, yo my leg man
[Big Pun]
I hit you?
[Sean]
Yeah nigga, what the fuck?
[Big Pun]
You gon' live?
[Sean]
I'll be aight, I'll be aight
*Gun shots*
[Big Pun]
Dick
Mike get the fuck over here, come here
Step on it
[Mike]
Yo, yo don't kill me man, come on man don't, don't kill me
[Big Pun]
Yo what the fuck you doin' out here?
[Mike]
I'm just tryna make some money man, come on man
[Big Pun]
How old are you man?
[Mike]
Yo I'm, I'm 14 man
[Big Pun]
Get the fuck outta here
[Mike]
Thanks-
[Big Pun]
GET OUTTA HERE
[Mike]
Thanks Pun
[Big Pun]
AIN'T NOBODY SEEN SHIT
AIN'T NOBODY SEEN SHIT RIGHT?
Muthafucka
[Pun]
Fuck my niggas at?
No fucking rep TS
Still got to run
Cuba! Cuba!
Cuba! Come here!
[Cuban Link]
Yo, what's going on nigga?
[Pun]
Yo, shh, yo come to the side
Look at me nigga
[Cuban Link]
You got fucking blood on your shirt
[Pun]
Niggas tried to heat me, Twin
[Cuban Link]
Yo, get the fuck outta here
[Pun]
Swear to God
[Cuban Link]
Yo, yo, I'm getting my joint..
[Pun]
Nah, nah, I took care of it
Relax, I took care of it
[Cuban Link]
Took care of it?
Fuck you did nigga?
[Pun]
I had the man there, I shot the place
I was packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
[Cuban Link]
What?
[Pun]
I was packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
[Cuban Link]
You was packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'?
[Pun]
Yeah....
[Cuban Link]
Ohhhh....
[Both]
Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Packin' a MAC in the back
Packin' a packin' a MAC, packin' a mac
In the packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac', back of the Ac'
Packin' a, packin' a, packin' a MAC
Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Ac', back of the Ac'
[Cuban Link]
Yeah, nigga
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[Intro]
What I gotta do let y'all niggas know
I am THE. NICEST. EVER!
Hardcore.. Commercial... What you wanna do?
You wanna wile up, you wanna dance?
Don't matter to me, I got it all locked down baby
[Verse 1]
It's not a game it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall
When I bring the chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin'
Unless you got my ends I'ma make you twins with the Headless Horseman
Hell extortion, sell your soul, live your dreams
Don't pay the cost then {*bam bam*}
Say hello to the guillotine
A killer fiends for blood
Screams of thugs like
Fiends for drugs
I don't need no love
Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex
We're here
I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed
You fuckin' with Chris - fuck Pun - dead the wrath for later
Get your calculator, the head decapitator's back forever
Can't count how many heads I had to sever
Half the niggas I keep
I put em back together
That's the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill
You fuckin' with reel to reel, rap axe maniac
Sound bwoy killer
Hack hack chain-react
Two for one - double the death, same price
What would Big say?
"Huh, you know that ain't right"
[Hook x2: with samples from "Scarface"]
It's not a game pah (Now the leg huh?)
We're gettin paid hah (Now the leg huh?)
It's still T-Squad (Now the leg huh?)
What you came for
Surgery, with a chainsaw
[Verse 2]
Word to Pac and BIG
My Glock so big it can rock a bridge
Drop the midsection like the top of your wig
Ain't no bullshittin, getting the full treatment
Special two heated missiles, 'til your crew's leaving witchu
I rip you in half - blast that ass through a glass window
Laugh a little (HA HA) and dash in the S-Class limo
That's how we do it in the South Boogie
Where tough rough rookies get snuffed out, for talking loud to me
Why should I even consider your crew
Shit on your crew
Get rid of your crew, what I'm fitting to do
I split you in two, leave you impaired when I blast the shotty
Rip it like dope and leave you there with half your body
We Rowdy like Roddy, probably robbing your stash
Catch a body like Charlie up North
Stashing knives up my ass
Surviving the task, we the last ones left
Blast them tecs with clips, fast as vets that spit
Add some tips for any, bastard bitch, pappin shit
Watch me rep til the casket from the bassinet, biatch!
Ahora tu!
[Hook]
[Outro: From *Scarface*]
Watch what happens to your friend
You don't want this to happen to you
You give me the money, okay
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[Verse 1]
The harsh realities of life have taken toll
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole
Take control, I'm makin' dough but not enough to blow
JO's, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
Halfway and eat you alive tryin' to survive illegal
I'll leave you lost, mount you on a cross
Whip you like a horse, sacrifice your life to a higher force
Then I'll stomp your corpse
It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent
One of the last livin' still-in-action general assassins
Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC, smashin' any chest
Passin' any test; Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sow what you reap or wake up
Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, this shit as real as Joe
We follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me: where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and silence your screams
And even if you kill me, I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams
[Chorus]
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
[Verse 2]
You've made a grave mistake
Shouldn't have come here, you changed your fate
Your brains'll make their debut on the table
When I raise the stakes
The pain is great, but only for a second
It starts strong, then lessens
Just when you restin', the Armaggedon sets in
Left him with so much stress (T.S.)
Blessed him with no regrets, yes
Welcome to Hell, son, the threshold of death
Face the serpent, I blaze your person
You get laced for certain, leavin' Jakes no trace to work from
Close the case like curtains
I'm hurtin' heads severely, really tryin' to bring the pain
There's nothin' more satisfyin'
Than when you cryin', screamin' my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods of bloodstains
Big Pun's my thug's name
Bustin' my guns, that's my love thang
I'll slit your jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
John Madden-tackle your corpse
To hoist it on a cross at the tabernacle
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
Then curse tu vida like a Brujería verse
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the sole threat against you
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination
[Chorus]
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
[Verse 3]
It's hard to analyze which guys are spies; be advised, people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes, chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
D's in undercover cars
Takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gats, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie
I'll body a nigga for a penny probably
I'm obligated to anything if it's crime-related
If it shine, I'll take it; still in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
Properly a stats magician
Could've went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strictly out for cream
Doin' things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream
My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the Heaven's kings
Down to the Devil's mezzanine
I've never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads die by 25 or catch a quick three-to-five
So be advised: the street's full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest
One that survive, it's who's the wisest
[Chorus]
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
You ain't a killer...
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[Tony Sunshine]
Ooooooooooohhhhh.. Puerto Rico
[Big Punisher]
Toma
[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte
Te lo juro por mi gente
Te juro que un dia llegara
And we won't stop
We always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated
We still made it to the top
[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
Puerto Rock Puro, not Menudo no I'm not the one
I'm studyin' Judo, you don't know if I got a gun
It's Pun, from the X side of things, baguette inside my rings
Everything I want I gets, bada-BING
It's mine I Shyne like money that sound like Biggie
Fuck around my town, Boogie Down my city
Come around get pound, to the ground no pity
Watch the sound, fo'-pound twenty round milli'
Get smacked silly, for coming out your mug
I'm known for bouncin' thugs from the Tunnel to the Salsa clubs
Don't matter, put the chrome to your bladder
Splatter your abs, have you pissin' in a plastic bag
That's a drag now you abnormal
Don't make me grab the Rambo
And put some motherfuckin' stabs on you
The night is young and I'm already fightin', hidin' my gun
Promoter buggin' screamin', who the fuck invited Pun
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The Cypher (Interlude)
00:56
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[Intro]
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
You're my darlin' darlin' love
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
I said you're everything I ever hoped for in a woman
And as long as I may live
Ooh, you're...
[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
Jump on top of my dick and work them hips until I bust a shot
It doesn't stop, I'm only beginnin', I'm bonin' your women
While you home all alone, I'm blowin' up in 'em
Sendin' them back to you, mad at you
Don't catch a motherfuckin' attitude
I'm just showin' you how this rapper do
Capital Punishment, when I'm up in it, suckin' it
Bustin' it out—nice blouse, let me unbutton it
You're fuckin' with King Papi Chulo when knockin' culo
Pop your mulos out the socket tryin' to ride with the sumo
You know my rise is high, word, I be drillin' 'em
Bitches be tryin' to ride, but the curve be killin' 'em
Fillin' 'em with the cash, my cheese premium unleaded
Come get it, first work the tongue, then let the Pun hit it
Split it in half, watch the gat, baby, take a bath
Be good, I might put away the wood and give you the mustache
[Chorus: The O'Jays & Big Punisher]
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
You're my darlin' darlin' love
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
You're my darlin' darlin' baby.."
I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
You're my darlin' darlin' love
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
[Verse 2: Big Pun]
I bang a stranger in my torture chamber
Feed the locas chocha pinga
While I force my finger where my bolas linger
I bring the pain like Method when I flex and flip the coochie
Puerto Rican to the core, but no Boriquas eat the pussy
'Scuse me for bein' blunt, but I've been eatin' cunts
Since pimps was pushin' pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps
Bumpin' and grindin', simultaneously grindin'
Climbin' up the walls, with my balls bangin' off your hymen
I'm a diamond in the rough, (ugh) bustin' in your face
Taste the sweetness of my dick, rip your fetus out of place
Yo, bitches already know the repertoire
Step in my car, let's start the ménage à trois, like Escobar
By far, I'm the best at all sex positions, forget the kissin'
I'm skippin' the tongue-twistin', TS Tradition
[Chorus: The O'Jays & Big Punisher]
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
You're my darlin' darlin' love
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
You're my darlin' darlin' baby.."
I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
You're my darlin' darlin' love
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
[Verse 3: Big Punisher]
Some chick in back of me, bought me a daiquiri
Told me meet her in back of Zachary's
'Cause she heard I was packin' meat
I bagged the freak and hit the telly
Got the Phillies, lifted her belly
And "Put it in Her Mouth," like Akinyele
Far from ugly but they used to say I'm too chubby
But since the money the honeys got nothin' but love for me
So rub my tummy and make a wish, I'll make you rich
Take your kids to the flicks, come back and fix your favorite dish
(Not!) You crazy bitch, I ain't with that, I'ma hit that
Split back to the shack where my other chicks at
Now can you dig that? I'm the mack, doin' my thing
Pullin' your strings, makin' you feel like you in a dream
It's the king of the Hip-Hop Quotables, givin' you multiples
Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth
I notice you doin' your thing with your crew
Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you?
[Chorus: The O'Jays & Big Punisher]
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
You're my darlin' darlin' love
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
You're my darlin' darlin' baby.."
I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
You're my darlin' darlin' love
I'm no player, I just fuck a lot
[Outro]
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
You're my darlin' darlin' love
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
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(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 tu 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...)
[Hook-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'ma 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 G packs kids!
[Hook]
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....
[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!
[Hook]
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....
[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
[Hook]
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....
[Punisher]
Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'
Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' to widen their 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, dunn, 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'se 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 animist philanthropist
Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists
Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches....
Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond
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12. |
G Rap Ring (Skit)
00:53
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13. |
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[Chorus: Prodigy sample]
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Yo! What you thought, Pun's shit was weak? Now you can't sleep
Gotta keep your eyes open wide and hide your face from the streets
I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from a law man
Gave you fair warnin', now you on the stairs, fallin'
I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack him in the mouth
Throw him in the yoke—boom—then I knock him out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files
Twenty-shot auto Glock, blaow! Benny Blanc Puerto Rock style
With a twist of black and I'm proud, twist your cap and I'm out
Sleep with the fish-dips for yappin' too loud
What's happenin' now? Niggas is hard as hell but they Gargamels
Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill
My squad is real and holds it down, the hardest regardless
Besides of the largest
We polish the floor with the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory, ya niggas can't do shit to me
Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically
I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck
Catch you when you cash your cheque
Smash you when you pass, then jack you for your fuckin' 'Lex
Nothin' less than the best if the Squad did it
Hard-headed niggas better beware and fear like God said it
[Chorus: Prodigy sample]
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
[Verse 2: Big Pun]
Ayo, I warned you, now all niggas could do is mourn you
I'm born to kill and still thrilled to put it on you
There's no regrets, remorse only results in loneliness
Only the strong survive and strive through life as warriors
All of us die, some of us kill, even massacre
Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it
I'm hazardous for your health and Hell's your next stop
For real, my shit's cocked, the world has just stopped
I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
Come test your fate and I guarantee I'll be under investigation
You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull
Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe
You never know; however, though, I still hold the title
When all my rivals have chance to dance with Mr. Homicidal
Hand on the Bible, I swear to defend my crown
I've been around since forever and never let it touch the ground
Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakenin'
My crew's basically waitin' patiently
For you to move your patrons in
Then we'll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you
Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere, like Soundview
The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we?
The foundation, you're facin' a whole army
[Chorus: Prodigy sample]
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
[Outro: Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah! What's up now, partner?
Know I'm sayin'? Think this just some rap shit?
We do this shit for real
Terror Squad, nigga
Fuckin' shoot the place up
Motherfuckers know the time
This motherfuckin' rap game
Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full-A-Clips crew
What the fuck? WHAT!
Beware, beware, beware, beware, beware
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[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 I earned
Like that nigga said in Dead Presidents, "Money to burn"
Queensbridge, pay homage respect, Nas is a vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes
Niggas is this and that, I'm just the best
Puttin' all violence to rest between Latin Kings and blood
Los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish
Unite the system to fight with inner street wisdom to help teach in 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 mi casa
¿Qué te pasa? You ain't even in my clase
I hate an 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 Freddy do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered, I would still sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter, your shit'll 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]
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
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Ayy yo, 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
So take heed that not only can I flow I can aim
'Cause y'all misdemeanor niggas can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only 'cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get kicked out the yard for
Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up
You could meet me in my cell, I soap and sock niggas up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggas get Nathan's
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 niggas, kidnap they work, make 'em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass
Keep the heat in the dash
Did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out, God, stackin' up joints, rack 'em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent here to Crenshaw
Hold my words stronger than a Benz store
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, Woolrich collar
Feelin' the rich, work for every dollar, don't snitch
That's why broke niggas who got heart, God, sign 'em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, don up in the line up
[Chorus]
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
[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 lock, 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 parley, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed
[Chorus]
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
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
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15. |
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[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
Yo, yo
The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle
Slap a coffin on the saddle
And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
Niggas talk but they babble 'cause they ain't sayin' 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 TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bles
We blessed with the will to never surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out
Unseen like I entered the ninja, it's my world
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[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun]
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for
For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas
Uptown, baby, uptown
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
[Verse 1: Big Pun]
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 beats, French comtesse, 10 thou' piece
Rent-out lease with an option to buy
Coppin' a 5-0 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 want to ride it? Won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla
Mama, I'm big, huh? I'll rip my prick through your hooters
I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six rulers
Hold up, Chula, I'm all about gettin' loot
But I knock that boot if you out to get koofed
[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun]
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for
For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas
Uptown, baby, uptown
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
[Verse 2: Big Pun]
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 bachelorettes
That's the best, I won't settle for less
I want a ghetto brunette with unforgettable sex
I lay your head on my chest, and feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep
Pump Mobb Deep and just spark the leaf
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty, round, brown ho wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know
Once I put the blows, get your clothes, ‘cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
You nasty, Twin, I don't care
'Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns
Thick tongue, known to make the chicks come
[Bridge: Big Pun & Joe]
In the hot tub, poppin' bubbly
Rubbin' your spot, love
Got you screamin', "Punish me!"
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it even Luke be like
"Don't stop, get it, get it!"
In the hot tub, poppin' bubbly
Rubbin' your spot, love
Got you screamin', "Punish me!"
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it even Luke be like
"Don't stop, get it, get it!"
[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun]
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for
For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas
Uptown, baby, uptown
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
[Outro: Joe]
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
No more rollin' with an entourage
Unless it’s Pun and the Terror Squad
Punisher, Punisher, Punisher (beatin' niggas down somethin' silly)
Big Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
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18. |
TS 2 The BX (Outro)
01:12
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