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

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

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

Niggaz is and the ghetto's a jungle
Where you either bet all bundles
Or on the simple and humble
My rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for grand

Niggaz'll slice you and dice you a thousand pieces
And out we jettin' to the ground uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, bitches the team, pile on the green
Surrounded in green flowers in Spring

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

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

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

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

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, me next to my father
In days, I rise like Christ and still sober

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

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

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

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

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

Mucho trabajo, dinero
I'm perico
Yo the dilly yo?
I'm uptown making moves just like