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

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

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

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

Niggaz'll you and dice you into a thousand pieces
And pound out we jettin' to the uptown
Up in the Down, bitches swallow the team, pile on the green
in green like 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 worse, want my money
Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in first

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

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

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

It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a
And if I get murdered, 'Don't Cry For Me
me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and still

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 me when I'm angry
I turn 'Mr. Rogers Neighborhood' topsy

Foes and enemies the same in the dictionary
This 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, make it
Illegal money turns now we runnin' a laundromat
hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking

Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef threat
Run out of the or get blast 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 thought it was a
Suicide, it's a

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