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Yo, wanna rumble with Pun
Shit on the industry
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more than Pun?
Who the only one with over a guns?

up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill
Make you the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace grill with the fire starter
Hit your wife with the sawed-off from the shower I devour

I'm all about the like Pun and pencil
A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to you
My mental's compatible the radicals
My odyssey type, allow me to poli' with animals

Niggaz is cannibals and the ghetto's a
you either bet all your bundles
Or struggle on the and humble
My rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what can sacrifice for twenty grand

slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
And pound out we jettin' to the ground
Up in the Boogie Down, bitches the team, pile on the green
in green like flowers in Spring

For now I'm a King, so it's more money, all the honies
Used to call me, Punny my fam was always hungry
But now we lovely, and you feel worse, want my money
Let your steel burst, I'd rather see you in hell first

Mucho trabajo, poquito
I'm perico
Yo, what's the yo?
I'm uptown making moves just Castro

Mucho trabajo, poquito
I'm selling
Yo, the dilly yo?
I'm uptown making moves just Castro

Yo, yo, yo, keep the lights keep the all I want is the action
The battle's on, where I in composition
A crowd, waitin' to see, if I break
like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an

It'll happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
And if I get murdered, Cry For Me Argentina'
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and still

Now my eyes open, in my I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the guy that me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm
I 'Mr. Rogers Neighborhood' topsy turvy

Foes and meaning the same in the dictionary
ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery
Bodies, from World War I and II is
You don't a third war that's nuclear warfare

So Big Pun, count the stacks, it fast
money turns legal now we runnin' a laundromat
Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your
Your better off in D.C. with the smoking crack

Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef threat
Run out of the building or get blast in guess
Tec for tec, or we can go for text, oh
I forgot, you don't read, so take this in your chest, blaow

Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and
So the DT shows up
He thought it was a
Suicide, a suicide

Mucho trabajo, dinero
I'm perico
Yo what's the yo?
I'm uptown making moves like Castro