Earth to Pun, in Pun Boy, yeah yeah yeah The levels, the levels, the levels be Levels is good, levels is Yeah
You got to watch those, jokers who pop You those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed Indeed I those, actin' rah rah, talkin' bla-bla ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh
You got to watch those, jokers who pop You know those, crusty-lipped Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, bla-bla That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no
I'm quick to out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth Who can stop me? I told shorty I'ma you papi Caught him in the crapper with the clapper, he was doin' caci
I'll probably die in jail, it through life and fry in hell Either way I'ma lead the way, cause only tell I rhyme for real, not that imaginary I will stab you and every one of my adversaries
There's no remorse, fuck these niggaz, show me the boss Gimme a hustle the risk of goin' up North I my freedom, and you know I love my bein' So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per
I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, it there No innocent to get hit with a spare Like I really care who strays with the Mac Like I really care who you to rap on your track
Nigga you wack, you bringin' nuttin' for us I got songs with the Devil and Jesus on the chorus You ignore us, nigga you know how we roll Sixteen in the and one in the hole
You got to watch those, who pop those You know those, snot-nosed Indeed I spot those, rah rah, talkin' bla-bla That's ca-ca, pa-pa, no ah-ahh
You got to those, jokers who pop those You know those, snot-nosed Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, bla-bla ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh
Can't no comp come at me, battle the Bronx'll back me Got the niggaz alive talkin' bout, "Papi's nasty" Cocky crafty like Rocky sassy Puerto Apache Posse not the cops could catch me
I'm too fast, four-hundred pounds, but I ass Soon as you spoke, I already you with two jabs My game is tight, you wanna play, just your price Fame to ice, your brains life, the game is sheist
And I'm the on the field in school I was nominated the most likeliest to kill This steal, a full clip and a extra And blast ya til your whole click respeta you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra 'Tate quieta, the got a bad temper
surrender, you ain't got a chance You be lucky to leave half-dead, in an ambulance So a chance, but expect the worst Put my so far up your ass the sweat on my knee'll quench your Ooh, "Thanks Pun"
You got to watch those, who pop those You know those, snot-nosed Indeed I spot those, actin' rah rah, talkin' That's ca-ca, pa-pa, no ah-ahh
You got to watch those, who pop those You those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed I spot those, actin' rah rah, talkin' bla-bla That's ca-ca, pa-pa, no ah-ahh