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Pun you up
What what, it happen
From rappin on the corner to going platinum
But when we roll, are you still to ride
Yo be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
Pun you up
What what, makin it
From rappin on the corner to possibly platinum
But when we roll, are you still to ride
Yo I'll be ready to ride and I'll be to die

Ay yo my word is bond as I'm alive I'mma put it on
Could'a gone to gee shit, thug nigga I'm gone
Weight of the Bronx I'm flippin, boroughs thoroughly reppin'
Lets unite the and step to the world as a weapon
Cause everybody's checkin for Pun to none
Cause Latins platinum was destined to come
The inevitable, heavenly than whatever you do
We eligible, TS is credible
For the revenue we gettin you open lyrical dope
And these breaths that are is like an injectional dose
And it never
Take it from TS's top
Rapper slash hijacker bombin' tracks ever
I was young, I wasn't Big Pun
It wasn't always this fun, ayo I rose the slums
I had to pay my due, lay a few
But I ain't sayin who, stayin' to the game
No names, playin' it just me and the crew
Holdin' it down long as we
We gonna keep it to you like Homey D. Clown
Going down like Pac to ride or die nigga
La da le la la la la la

Pun you up
what, makin it happen
From rappin on the corner to going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to
Yo I'll be to ride and I'll be ready to die
Pun you up
What what, it happen
From rappin on the corner to going platinum
But when we roll, are you still to ride
Yo be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die

Ay yo ain't changed I'm still the same
The way you me since the centipede
Harder, big blacker in the seventies
Try to me from my aggressive will
The way I kept it real is more important any record deal
I used to chill on da with Cuban and Seis
I still do but now it's in the blue convertible eight
My true always be wit me
The shifty kiss me, me they miss me, then try to diss me
Cause I'm crispy for life sixties the price
Another for the Cuban twisted in ice
is sheist but I psych 'em out
Though they like to doubt I make em all believers I let the Tyson out
I can vouch for only a few only the crew
From the old I consider loyally true
I morally grew a fool to a scholar
the rules on how to spot a plotta that's cool for a dolla
I wanna at my peeps that's reppin' the streets
Wrestlin the beast of chest restin' in
Blessin' my seeds and over us
Til I die I'll the souls with mine and shine for all of us