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

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

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

Niggaz is cannibals and the a jungle
you either bet all your bundles
Or struggle on the simple and
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 to the ground uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, bitches the team, pile on the green
Surrounded in green like in Spring

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

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

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

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

It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a
And if I get murdered, 'Don't Cry For Me
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 I got the Gatling
I'm for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm
I turn 'Mr. Rogers Neighborhood' topsy

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

So Big Pun, count the stacks, it fast
Illegal money turns 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 or get blast in your 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

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