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

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

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

Niggaz is cannibals and the a jungle
Where you bet all your bundles
Or struggle on the and humble
My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny
Try to imagine what they can for twenty grand

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

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

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

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

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

It'll happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
And if I get murdered, 'Don't Cry For Me
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my
In days, I rise like Christ and still sober

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

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

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

Yo, this ain't a diss, bomb threat
Run out of the building or get in your 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 it was a suicide
Suicide, a suicide

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