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

Runnin' up in niggaz cribs I paid the bill
you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace grill with the fire starter
Hit your wife with the sawed-off from the powers 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 with the
My odyssey type, qualities me to poli' with animals

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

Niggaz'll slice you and dice you a thousand pieces
And out we jettin' to the ground uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, bitches swallow the team, pile on the
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 'cause my fam was always
But now we rollin' lovely, and you feel worse, want my
Let your steel burst, cause I'd see you in hell first

trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm selling
Yo, what's the yo?
I'm uptown moves just like Castro

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

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

It'll never happen, I'm on like a Libra
And if I get murdered, Cry For Me Argentina'
Pour me a cup of vodka, me next to my father
In three days, I rise Christ and still sober

Now my open, in my hands I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me I'm angry
I turn 'Mr. Rogers Neighborhood' turvy

Foes and enemies the same in the dictionary
This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the
Bodies, from War I and II is there
You don't want a third war that's warfare

So Big Pun, the stacks, make it fast
Illegal money turns legal now we runnin' a
Your hunchbacked and rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. the mayor smoking crack

Yo, ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb 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 this hole in your chest, blaow

the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
So the DT shows up
He it was a suicide
Suicide, it's a

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