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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 be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
Pun you up
what, makin it happen
From rappin on the to possibly 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 my word is bond as I'm alive I'mma put it on
gone to gee shit, thug nigga till I'm gone
Weight of the Bronx I'm flippin, five thoroughly reppin'
Lets unite the city and to the world as a weapon
Cause everybody's checkin for Pun second to
Cause Latins going platinum was destined to
The inevitable, better than whatever you do
We eligible, TS is incredibly
For the revenue we you open with lyrical dope
And breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose
And it never
Take it from TS's top
Rapper slash hijacker tracks ever since
I was young, I wasn't Big Pun
It wasn't this fun, ayo I rose from the slums
I had to pay my due, lay a few
But I ain't who, stayin' true to the game
No names, playin' it just me and the crew
Holdin' it down as we round
We gonna keep sockin' it to you like Homey D.
Going down like Pac ready to or die nigga
La da le la la la la la

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

Ay yo ain't nothin' I'm still the same
The way you remembered me the centipede
Harder, big back in the seventies
Try to remember me from my will
The way I kept it is more important than any record deal
I used to on da block with Cuban and Seis
I still do but now it's in the convertible eight fifty
My niggas'll always be wit me
The shifty kiss me, tell me miss me, then try to diss me
Cause I'm rispy crispy for sixties the price
Another for the Cuban twisted in ice
Niggas is 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 school I consider true
I morally grew a fool to a scholar
Follow the rules on how to spot a plotta that's for a dolla
I wanna holla at my peeps that's the streets
Wrestlin the beast of chest in peace
Blessin' my seeds and over us
Til I die align the souls with mine and shine for all of us