Big Pun Lyrics

"Capital Punishment" (1998)
"The Dream Shatterer"

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't worth jack
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rapping and tounge's packing
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns
It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony...Montana
You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana
C'mon-pana we need more rhymers
feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda
A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda gramma
[CHORUS] -- When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination [2x]
I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to your gut, medicine
Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyurathane
Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms
If you came to learn how to make fire, I'm-a make it burn!
Higher and hotter than lava this scholar
is 'bout just as smart as MacGyver
To put honor inside the heart of a lion
revolved in a life of crime (crime!)
Fuck it I like the shine (shine!), Up in the white and lime (lime!)
Comes with the pipe design
Plushed out! (No doubt!) Both pockets about to bust out
If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT!
Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right
Go 'head lace the mic, you finished? Say good night...
Head to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet
Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat
But it won't matter, you dreams still gon' shatter

It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on the stagger
So get outta town, 'fore I hit you
with the loudest sound you ever heard
Desert bird player you outta bounds
[CHORUS (3x)]
You need the Pun to dis you if your whole steez is unofficial
I'll come and get you and let the desert eez tounge kiss you
With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips
Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic
It makes rappers disappear, whipser in your ear
Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears
Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further
The first murder's the worst now I thirst further for reverse birth
Every verse hurts, every curse word's already more offending
Than Eddie Murph's worst
I thirst for blood like a vampire, any man claimin' his game's tighter
IS A GOD DAMN LIAR!
I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought
Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark
The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down
And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down
I'm no joke! (Yuh!!) I soak your face with a sweeper
Dying disgrace, I'll face your death through the speaker
[CHORUS (4x) to fade out]
"Punish Me"
(feat. Miss Jones)
[Big Punisher]
I was the luckiest man on Earth, my wisdom was worth
any purse but had a curse that hurt worse than givin birth
My first verse explains some of the game she was playin
I'm blamin myself cause in my wealth was her pain would haven
Behavin like a money hungry hooker, funny how the money took her
from a average honey to a stunning looker
I look back and reminsce how we used to kiss
and smash hips in the GS I bought her last Christ'
She got too big for her britches but The Britch is Over
Not the one in Queens I mean the one she dreamin wasn't sober
Told her how I felt, gassed me when she cried for help
Supplied the guilt trip and I was whipped without a fuckin belt
I felt stupid Cupid struck me with a poison arrow
Shoulda drowned ya when I found ya crushin in my boy's Camaro

I didn't bother but you probably find your lover dead
You robbed me of my honor, you ain't shit like my mother said
[Chorus: miss jones]
Come back come back come back come back to meeeee, Punisher
Punish me... ahhhhhhhIII've been so bad, so bad
Won't you come back?
[Big Punisher]
Nah baby, I'm Not Gon' Be Able to Do It; You blew it
Threw it all the way cause you was stupid -- girl why'd you do it?
I mighta knew it by the way you gave me your baby
Then left a day before I ever saw the son that God made me
It's hard maybe we can make amends, be friends
But 'Roni hurtin all of us for certain by forsakin him
Just take it in, don't even say a word, observe
the way you were, preserved, these words so you won't play the herb
ever again, never pretend that he doesn't have a father
I'm always there and you don't wanna bother
I honor my word on my father's grave, guide him through his hardest age
So he can thrive and survive in these modern days
I wanna raise my little man but you keep resistin
I'm insistin you chill for real before you come up missin
Listen, I don't wanna fight I'd rather do what's right
A boy needs a father that's the most important part of his life
[Chorus 2X]
[Big Punisher]
I gave you everything, love letters and sweaters with leather seams
Feathered wings, and rings with emeralds right out of Geraldine's
Simple dreams a dream fulfilled, the green DeVille Cadillac
to mack, not a fact ?redeemed to build?
I mean for real I can play it mami how you wanna stay
at Monty Frask, givin the next nigga my punani
You want me back cause he hit it wrong, now you wanna get it on
with the Long Don, word bond my shit is strong (come back)
Girl don't even start again, I beg your pardon
and get your hands off my six button Cardigan
This ain't no love lost between us far as I'm concerned
Please leave, cut that busted weave I've been dyin to burn
Go buy a perm, try and earn some respect
It's better to have loved and lost than live with regret
[miss jones]
Come back... to, me

I want you to
[Chorus 2X]
to me, yeah yeah
Alright, don't go, no
Ohhhhhahahaooahhoahhohhh, hmmmmmm ohh hmmm hmm
Yeahhhhhhhhh, take my hand, and punish me
Hmm, been so bad, come punish me, yeahh
Take my hand, and punish me, ohhh
Been so bad, come punish me...
"You Ain't A Killer"
[Verse 1]
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, "The Shit is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams
[Hook]
You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat
[Verse 2]
You made a grave mistake
Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate

Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
The pain is great but only for a second
It starts strong then lessens
Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in
Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)
Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death
Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain
Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain
There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang
I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3]
It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gas, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably
I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related
If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
Probably a stash magician
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strickly out for cream
Doin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream
My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine
I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5

So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest
One that survive is who's the wisest
[Hook - 2X]
"Pakinamac Pt. 2 (Skit)"
Fuck my knees hurt
Go out! We gotta run!
Yo, get the fuck outta here, you got blood on your shirt
Its ok, I was Packin a mac in the back of the ac'
What?
I was pakinamac in tha back of the ac'
Ohhh!
(In nurserey style)
Packin a mac in da back of da ac
packin a mac in da bac of da ac [4X]
"Caribbean Connection"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Wyclef] Warning!
[Big Pun]
Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah?
[loud farting noise] Shit on the whole industry
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
Who the only one with over a thousand guns?
Runnin up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace your grill with the firestarter
Hit your wife with the ? from the ?shower powers I devour?
I'm all about the fundamentals, like Pun and pencil
A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
My mental's compatible with the radicals
My oddessey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals
Niggaz is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle
where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and humble
My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand
Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
and pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown
up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green

Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring
For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies
used to call me Punny cause my fam was always hungry
But now we rollin lovely, and you feel worse, want my money
Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first
[Chorus: Wyclef and Pun]
[Wyclef sings:] mucho trabajo poquito dinero
[Pun] I'm selling perrico
[Clef] Yo what's the deally yo?
[Pun] I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
[repeat all 2X]
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, yo, yo keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action
The battle's on, where I roam in composition
A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if I break
like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
And if I get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober
Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy
Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary
This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetary
Bodies, from World War I and II is there
You don't want a third war, that's nuclear warfare
So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast
Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a laundromat
Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack
Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat
Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess
Tec for Tec, or we can go text for text, oh
I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest - blaow
Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
So when the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide
Suicide it's a suicide...
[Chorus (fades out)]
"Glamour Life"
(feat. Fat Joe, Terror Squad)
[Intro]
[Cuban Link] Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks
Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo
Platinium status, yeah, what up, what up?
[Big Punisher] Stick around
[Cuban Link]
Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour
Like my man Tony Montana
Stand and pose in front of cameras
With my golden silk pajamas on
Smoking havanas, drinking Don P
Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I'm in the Diamante
Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionare
Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins
Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense
I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York
Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts
I'm the latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino
Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters
I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics
Sitting on top of the world like the sun
A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun
[Big Punisher - Chorus:]
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life
[Triple Seis]
Ripped off from the Infiniti
Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity
Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries
All eyes I be, on the quest for loot
Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker
Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha
Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun
([Big Punisher:] Get the motherfucking gun)
Since ?? become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's
Dirty rats pack gats for cheese
Bullets of breeze at light speed

Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds
Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's
Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys
Please, no remorse for your two face
Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase
You about to take who's place? Not Seis...
Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace
[Big Punisher] The glamour life, the glamour life, yo
[Big Punisher - Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, I'ts the motherfucking Don Cartagena
The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira
Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick
Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit
My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
Hollow tips an', cop killers with the ??
Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke
Always broke with your lazy ways
Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex
In the back seat, having rough sex
I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit
Think twice, I give Christ your kids
I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning
I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally
We could de friend for years, cross me once that's theivity
[Big Punisher - Chorus]
[Armaggedon]
Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in
Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient
Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went
Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditorium
She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium
500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian
8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium
Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia
It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia
Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke
Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin'
Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans

Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance
Currency's gonna murder me... It's never enough
Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff
Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us....
[Big Punisher] My life...my life...
[CHORUS]
[Big Punisher]
The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight
I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right
Enough for looking at grave, It's paying back tonight
Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light
The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit
Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live
I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother
Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer
The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice
Mini-mize, send them to Christ in the after life
Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it
Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit
Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life
Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life
Cock the hammer, in this motherfucking life, bitch
"Capital Punishment"
(feat. Prospect)
[Big Pun]
It's mine; it's all mine you understand?
At least me and my peoples
Can you dig that?
21st century -- thought I'd never see it
Right around the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
[Verse one: Big Pun]
Yo; I've seen child blossom to man,
some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin us
Watching us close, marketing host is here to purchase, purposely overtaxin the earnings
Nervous, burning down the churches
They're scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust

Throw us in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust
Let's call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader
Advance to where minorities are the majority voter
Holdin my own, I'm livin alone in this cold world
My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl!
She's an exception, some people can leap to the impression
See, me myself, I start flippin and fall victim to deep depression
I'm stressin the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year
Tired of gettin fired and hired as a pistol-eer
There's no longevity living off negativity
Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
That's how the city be, everybody gettin they hustle on
Judge singin death penalty like it's his favorite fuckin song
Word is bond, takin my life you know they lovin it
God 'F' the government and it's fuckin capital punishment!
[Chorus: Prospect]
Capital punishment, given by the government
System so organized they get to you and who you runnin with
Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones
Totin the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne
We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths
For what it's worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth
First it's turnin tables, open our own labels
Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment
[Verse Two: Big Pun]
I've seen it all up close, shit out the movies you'd be buggin
My cousin JuJe, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven
He wasn't playin, blew out the flame and started inhalin
Barin a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin
Wearin the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency
Dishin his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea
Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto
You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off!
Get off your high horse, or die off like an extinction
Boriquans are like Mohicans, +The Last of the Po'Ricans+
We need some unity, fuck all the jeeps and jewelry
The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity
The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado
I guess the motto we promise to let you homage in death your motto
Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol
Not with a Z, but a P, cause Punishment's what I resemble!
I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours
A real man can't fall, he stands tall

The Man's claws are diggin in my back, I'm tryin to hit him back
Time to counteract, where my niggaz at?
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Prospect]
You like that, it's Pun and Prospect
We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin progress
With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made, crews to be sprayed
Dues to be paid, nuttin y'all can do to behave
We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs
Even though the government, tryin to take out our sons
Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality
Was raised with the street mentallity
My strategy's why my battery never die
The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies
It's no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour
Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta
While Cuban's smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas
The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers
This renegade blow through barricades like grenades
I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day
Like the twenty-four hour rotation
I know the location, it's just a little in-for-mation
From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era
And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what?
[beat to fade]
"Uncensored"
(feat. Funkmaster Flex)
[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah baby, you know how we get down
Funkmaster Flex, number one station in the nation
My man Big Pun up in this piece
[Big Punisher]
Big motherfuckin Pun in the house
[Funkmaster Flex]
Pun easy, Pun..
[Big Punisher]
C'mon now it's me baby, from the Bronx, c'mon

[Funkmaster Flex]
You right, you right, fuck it
[Big Punisher]
Ahh, there we go
[Funkmaster Flex]
So, I mean, since we on the, Pun man, I mean
I'ma be honest with you, I mean, y'know
I know we discussed a lot of things tonight
[Big Punisher]
Tell me you remembered the joints right? Say it
[Funkmaster Flex]
Pun I, I heard you are really, really fuckin
I mean..
[Big Punisher]
Yeah! [both crack up laughing]
No doubt!
[Funkmaster Flex]
I mean Pun, I mean, y'know I mean
I'm hearin, I'm hearin you
I'm hearin, I'm hearin you doin your thing
[Big Punisher]
I'm tryin y'all
I'm tryin man y'know
[Funkmaster Flex]
Ya ya CRUSHIN a lot?
I'm hearin ya, ya know those, those rumors
[Big Punisher]
Get it off your chest, what you got to say?
[Funkmaster Flex]
I'm hearin these rumors man, those rumors is..
[Big Punisher]
A lot of pussy right?
[Flex cracks up]
Tell me the rumors, c'mon [Flex still laughing]
That we the best, what is it?

[Flex laughing] C'mon
Terror Squad got ten million dollar, uh, advance coming?
What is it?
[Funkmaster Flex]
I'm I'm, I'm hearin I'm hearin the girls man
I mean, there's a lot
[Big Punisher]
The women they love me
They love me, they love me
Biggie gave me a couple of pointers yaknowhatI'msayin?
I gotta use that man, gotta use that, they love that
See you know a few pointers, yaknowhatI'msayin?
I'm sayin give it to me and tell me what Puff's crew already knew
We're utilizing that
[Funkmaster Flex]
I'm I'm, I'm hearin you
I'm hearin the, aff aff, you know
That like, a few girls and hearin some more, some stories
of orgies with Terror Squad
[Big Punisher]
We get, we get down
We run trizznain
Say trizznain
[Funkmaster Flex]
Trizznain
[Big Punisher]
Trizznain, we run trizznain
[Funkmaster Flex]
Trizznain
[Big Punisher]
Trizz Nathaniel to you
[Funkmaster Flex]
I'm hearin, I mean, I'm I'm hearin
you and Joe are out at, y'know, out there fuckin
[Big Punisher]
We do our thing
We we're like, two fuckin wild bears, just

[Flex cracks up 'Get out of here!'] .. in the woods, naked
It's a sight, it's a sight
[Flex crackin up]
Son you can't look directly at our asses
You'd go blind [Flex crackin up]
But if you glimpse look y'know, you can catch us
[Funkmaster Flex]
I can't fuckin take it! [gasping for air]
[Big Punisher]
Sent out to Tracy
[Flex laughing and howling]
Easy.. you have to run trizz with us one time
Then you'd know
[Funkmaster Flex (in a high pitched voice)]
I can't fuck with you! Ohh shit!
Ohhhahaha, yo..
"I'm Not A Player"
[Intro: from the O'Jays "Darlin' Darlin' Baby" by (K. Gamble, L. Huff)]
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
You're my darlin' darlin' love
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
I said you're everything, I ever hoped for
in a woman..
And as long, as I may live.. ooh, you're [record cuts off]
[Big Punisher]
Yo
I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
Jump on top of my dick and work them hips, until I bust a shot
It doesn't stop, I'm only beginnin I'm bonin your women
While you home all alone, I'm blowin up in em
Sendin them back to you, mad at you
Don't catch a motherfuckin attitude
I'm just showin you how this rapper do
Capital Punishment, when I'm up in it, suckin it
Bustin it out, nice blouse, let me unbutton it
You're fuckin wit King Papi Chulo when knockin culo
Pop your mulos out the socket tryin to ride with the sumo
You know my rise is high, word I be drillin em
Bitches be tryin to ride but the current be killin em

Fillin em with the cash, my cheese premium unleaded
Come get it, first wreck the ton, then let the Pun hit it
Split it in half, watch the gas, baby take a bath
Be good, I might put away the wood and give you the mustache
[Chorus: Big Punisher and the O'Jays]
"You're my darlin' darlin' baby.."
"You're my darlin' darlin' love.."
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
[Big Punisher]
I bang a stranger in my torture chamber, feed the locas tocha pinga
while I force my finger where my bollas linger
I bring the pain like Method, when I flex and flip the coochie
Puerto Rican to the core, but no Boriquas eat the pussy
'Scuse me for bein blunt, but I've been eatin cunts
since pimps was pushin pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps
Bumpin and grindin simultaneously grindin
Climbin up the walls, with my balls, bangin off your hymen
I'm a diamond in the rough (UHH) bustin in your face
Taste the sweetness of my dick, rip your fetus out of place, yo
Bitches already know the repertiore
Step in my car, lets start the menage-a-trois, like Escobar
By far, I'm the best at all sex positions
Forget the kissin, I'm skippin the tongue twistin, see extradition
[Chorus]
[Big Punisher]
Some chick in back of me bought me a daiquiri
Told me meet her in back of Zachary's
cause she heard I was packin meat
I bagged the freak and hit the tele'
Got the Phillies, lifted her belly
And "Put it in Her Mouth," like Akinyele
Far from ugly but they used to say I'm too chubby
But since the money the honies got nuttin but love for me
So rub my tummy and make a wish, I'll make you rich
Take your kids to the flicks
Come back and fix your favorite dish, NOT!!!!
You crazy bitch, I ain't with that, I'mm hit that

Split back to the shack where my other chicks at
Now can you dig that?? I'm the Mack, doin my thing
Pullin your strings, makin you feel like you in a dream
It's the king of the Hip-Hop Quotables, givin you multiples
just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth
I notice you doin your thing with your crew
Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you?
[Chorus: Big Punisher and the O'Jays]
Uhh, I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
I'm no player, I just fuck a lot
[flange effect distorts next lines]
"Twinz (Deep Cover '98)"
(feat. Fat Joe)
[Big Punisher]
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Vito's
with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
[Fat Joe]
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake
Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight
[Big Punisher]
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity filling

Insanity's building up pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
[Fat Joe]
I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best -- might be
Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee
[Big Punisher]
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer
[Fat Joe]
Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!
[Big Punisher]
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruising in the Land, pumping 'Cash Rules'
Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
[Fat Joe]
That's true, so who the next to get it?
TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)
[Chorus: Pun, Joe]
[Pun] And it's
[Joe] Here, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
[Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
[Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!
[Big Punisher]
Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary
tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
[Fat Joe]
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
you never see me talk to police, so
you should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
So beware it's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
[Big Punisher]
Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans
known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping, no relaxing
Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down
[Fat Joe]
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggas carry chalk
and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
go and get it set it baby and I'm gonna bury you
So remember the Squad that I'm repping
I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggas till it's Armageddon
[Chorus 2X (to fade)]
"Boomerang"
[Big Punisher]
Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin the plot
Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht
Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime
with piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down
Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado
You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago
Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon
We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn-ing
Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a pyscho
fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction
Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister
Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester
Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back
Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat
Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings
Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing
I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money
I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty
Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me
He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly
Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game
Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train
It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin
Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician
I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down
I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down
"Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!"
[Chorus]
Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back
Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat
I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses
I miss the E-Classes, ?riding? game with def glasses
Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis
Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap
Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path
First you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin
[Big Punisher]
Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits
Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit
Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories
Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies
Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all
I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor
I seen it all like I said before
The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators
I shed it all first ?and beat a prob every source?
Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss
Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce
Teein off like we up North just for bein soft
A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage
Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days
Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil
Shootin amigos for lootin perrico pollutin our people

Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto
I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels
The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows
the drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all
It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter
and priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water
I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible
Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal
[Chorus]
"You Came Up"
(feat. Noreaga)
[Noreaga] Yo what the deal baby
I see ya aight
[Big Pun] Still not a player but you still a hater
Ha, Pun here where my horns at
Where my horns?
[Horns sounding]
[Intro/Bridge: Big Punisher and Noreaga]
Fa ye da da ya da da da da
Fa ye da da ya da da da
[Chorus: Big Punisher and Noreaga]
[Noreaga] Pun you came up
What what, making it happen
From rappin on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride
[Big Punisher] Yo I be ready to ride and I be ready to die
[Repeat]
[Big Punisher]
Ay yo my word is born long as I'm alive I'm gonna put it on
Could've gone to gee shit, thug nigga till I'm gone
Where to Bronx I'm flippin, five boroughs thoroughly reppin'
Lets unite the city and step to the world as a weapon
Cause everybody's checking for Pun second to none
Cause Latins going platinum was destine to come
The inevitable, heavenly better than whatever you do
We eligible, T.S. incredibly credible
For the revenue we gettin you open with lyrical dope

And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose
[Big Pun and Noreaga] And it never quits
Take it from TS's top terrorist
Rapper slash hijacker bombin' tracks ever since
I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun
It wasn't always this fun, ay yo I rose from the slums
I had to pay my due, lay a few
But I ain't saying who, stayin' true to da game
No names, playin' it cool just me and da crew
Holdin' it down long as we round
We gonna keep sockin' it to you like Homey the Clown
Going down like Pac ready to ride or die nigga
La da le la la la la la
[Chorus (2x)]
[Big Punisher]
Ay yo ain't nothin' changed I'm still the same
The way you remembered me since the centipede
Harder, big blacker back in the seventies
Try to remember me from my aggressive will
The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal
I used to chill on da block with Cuban and Seis
I'm still do but now it's in the blue convertible eight...fifty
My true niggaz will always be wit me
The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to dis me
Cause I'm rispy crispy for life sixties the price
Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice
Niggaz is shiest but I sike em out
Though they like to doubt I make them all believers once I let the Tyson out
Cause I can vouch for only a few only the crew
From the old school I consider loyally true
I'm morally rude from a fool to a scholar
Follow the rules on how to spot a plotter that's cool for a dollar
I wanna holla at my peeps that reppin' the streets
Wrestlin the beast of chest restin' in peace
Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us
Til I die them souls of mine I'll align the souls of mine
And shine for all of us
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Big Punisher and Noreaga]
"Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)"

(feat. Prodigy, Inspektah Deck)
"Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned..." --> [Rakim]
[repeat 2X]
"Wake you up and as I stare in your..." [repeat 2X]
"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?
[Prodigy] Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?
[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
"Yo it's the P" [cut and scratched]
[Verse One: Prodigy]
Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
that claim to be the newest, rappin bullshit
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
and the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns
Convo til the po-lice come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on, my outfit
stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc
Me and the click-a, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin write a new banger
that strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
or the H-A-V-O-C, nigga
[Rebel INS] Remember me, the one you got the technique from?
[Rebel INS] Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?
[Rebel INS] Remember Deck, I told y'all, Protect Ya Neck
"I'm Rebel INS your highness" [cut and scratched]
[Inspectah Deck]
Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the grain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head

Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery
Unsolved, the mob that revolves automatically involved
musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove bowery suits
and purple gloves, me and you can have some fun
Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
with steel shoulderpads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin slugs gettin major love
Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin
with the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words
rip through the microphone, chrome dipped lyrics
are known to split stone, you private eyes home in
but can't seem to clone
[Big Pun] Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?
[Big Pun] Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun
[Big Pun] Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns
"You start to suffer" [cut and scratched]
[Big Punisher]
Yo, Big Punisher's ready
Prodigy, Deck and me, QB ("Shaolin") and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your world's piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take a shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your mans, make him mine
Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin got the nueve right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live niggaz and Pulitzer Prize winners
You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through, my lyrics practically rose you
from the grave, like The Crow's do [next lyrics overlap Scarface sample]
I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
cause if I leave you half dead ("Oahh-kay!" - [T.M.]) consider yourself
("You wanna play rough? - [T.M.]) very lucky, very ugly from the face up
Leave you laced up, Joey Crillz, Pros, Cuban Link, Triple Seis, WHAT?
"Soon you start to suffer" --> [Rakim (cut and scratched)]
"The RZA" --> [GZA (cut and scratched)]

"The Inspectah Deck" --> [INS (cut and scratched)]
"Yo it's the P" --> [Prodigy (cut and scratched)]
"The Punisher's ready" --> [Big Punisher (cut and scratched)]
"Fast Money"
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus ?good thief the night?
Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder
Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter
Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin
Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him
Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust
In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels
It's settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal
We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants
Out for the fast cash, level advance
Takin a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot
tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran
[Chorus:]
Movin on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
Aiyyo the plot thickens, I'm pickin the locks in the back entrance
Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence
Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so
they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold (oh oh)
Their security system's linear laser protection
No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin
Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course
It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt
Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer
Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer
Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit
Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks
Back to the top again, hand the grand prize
The safe flies open, the shining was blinding my eyes
I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold

Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow
That's when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin
Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin
Pointing at the building screamin, "I can see them, kill em!"
Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians
Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run
Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns"
[Chorus 2X]
Aiyyo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away
Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day
I cocked the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel
Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal
We need a plan, if we can make it to the van
Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan
Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful
of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles
I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel
Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield
I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining
Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker they gaining"
I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself
Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell"
For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin
Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggaz reachin
[conversation and gunfight to fade]
"Parental Discretion"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Big Punisher]
Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the cho-cha
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old

and I've already broken every law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shits is homicide!
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!
Little girls too; this ain't for you it's for the thugs honey!
[Big Punisher]
Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question
Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth
It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics
Violence existed before our music was even suggested
Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights
That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
I fight the power, spite the power the 90 percent
Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons
The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same
Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos
in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's
[Chorus 2X]
[Big Punisher]
So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you
Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you
Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?
The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh
Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess
Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face
expression when destined to states, that death be in the case
I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me
or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat
I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy!
Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise
No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties

packin pistols catchin bodies make sure we'll get you
So they say, I pray there's a better way
My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play
[Chorus 2X]
[Busta Rhymes]
Word is bond
One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth
We present real pictures about the positive and the negative
So don't blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from us
Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
Parents...
You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock
Past your bedtime
You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit
Word up
Punishment motherfuckers!
By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah
Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz!
"Beware"
[CHORUS:]
I gave you fair warning, beware...beware...beware... [2x]
[Mobb Deep sample]
Yo...what you thought punk, shit was sweet, now you can't sleep
Gotta keep ya eyes open wide and hide ya face from the streets
I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from alarmin'
Gave you fair warnin' now you on the stairs swallin'
I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack 'em in the mouth
Throw 'em in the yoke, BOOM!, then I knock 'em out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files 20-shot auto glock, BLAAOW!
Benny blind Puerto Rock style
Wit' a twist of black in the brow, twist ya cap and I'm out
Sleep wit' the fish-dips for yappin' too loud
What's happenin' now? Niggaz is hard as hell but they Gargamels
Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill
My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless
Besides of the largest, we polish the floor
with the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory you niggaz can't do shit to me
Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically
I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck, catch you when you cash your check
Smash you when you pass then jack you for your fuckin' Lex
Nothin' less than the best if the squad did it
Hard-headed niggaz better beware and fear like God said it
[CHORUS (4x)]
Ay-yo I warned you, now all niggaz could do is mourn you
I'm born to kill and still thrilled, I put it on you
There's no regrets, remorse, only results and loneliness
Only the strong survivors strive through life as warriors
All of us die, some of us kill, even massacred
Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it
I'm hazardous for your health and hell's your next stop
For real my shit's cocked the world has just stopped...
[pause]
I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
Come test your fate an' I guarantee I'll be under investigation
You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull
Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe, ya never know
However tho' I still hold the title
When all my rivals the chance to dance who missed the homicidal
Hand on the bible I swear to defend my crown
I've been around since forever and never let it touch the ground
Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakenin'
My crew's basically waitin' patiently for you to move your patrons in
Then we'll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you
Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere like Soundview
The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we?
The foundation, you're facin' a whole army...
[CHORUS (2x)]
[Fat Joe]
yeah yeah yeah, whassup now potna??! Know I'm sayin'? Think this
just some rap shit? We do this shit for real...Terror Squad nigga!
Fuckin' shoot the place up! Muthafuckas know the time. This
muthafuckin' rap game. Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full Eclipse crew
What da fuck...WHAT???!
BEWARE...BEWARE...BEWARE...
[fade out]
"Super Lyrical"
(feat. Black Thought)
[PUNISHER]
Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you
My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you
That's how a master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label
I'm snatchin' his halo
God I pray that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable
[CHORUS] -- Lyrically I'm supposed to represent (Biggie)
Niggaz'll tell you that I'm nice with the
blah, blah, blah (Canibus)
Lyrically I'm...[scratches]...I'm supposed to represent
[BLACK THOUGHT]
Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis
Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice
Stressin' to emcees how they don't really want this
Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit
These cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch
Dancin' double dutch and all sayin' nothin' much
My sound wave liftin' your chin up like uppercuts
New found ways of rippin' shit up, I de-ve-lop
Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me
Nature-ally I bring the extremity
Musically intense with the globe in suspense
Contemplatin' where the world traveler been since
The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic
Immerse you in some 'ol next shit, ill poetic
Thought from Illadelph somethin' like nothin' else
My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, cause...what...
[CHORUS] -- Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
Niggaz'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
You will lose...I must break you [Ivan Drago from "Rocky"]
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
Lyrically I'm-I'm-I'm...[scratches]...
I'm supposed to represent
[PUNISHER]
Ay-yo peace Roots east coast niggaz reppin' the streets most
With heat, toast, and keep close more Phillies than Pete Rose
These dos, niggaz that'll lift ya mentals
Lyrics'll twist your temples into pretzels
like the "Triumph" instrumental
[BLACK THOUGHT]
My instrumental's the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance
To nothin' you come across, lyrical holocaust
The crowd pleaser emcees freeze then catch seizure
They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers
[PUNISHER]
Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lady niggaz be praisin' me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly flavery
Daaaaze 'em to my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
[BLACK THOUGHT]
Occasionally as I focus on my next opus
The way it's all fucked up and emcees is hopeless
I leave your head wrecked as I erect scultpures
My thought's just a fortress, approach this ferocious up-closeness
[Chorus] -- Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
Lyrically I'm-I'm-I'm...[scratches]...
I'm supposed to represent
Lyrically..."It's suicide!"
Lyrically..."You've seen him, you know how strong he is!"
Lyrically..."You can't win!"
Lyrically..."It's suicide!"
Lyrically..."You've seen him, you know how strong he is!"
Lyrically..."You will lose..."
Lyrically..."I must break you..."
Ly-ly-ly-lyrically [scratches]...
[fades out]
"Still Not A Player"

(feat. Joe)
[Joe]
whoahhaoohhH! Yeah
Don't wanna be a player (T.S.)
[Intro/Chorus: Joe, Big Punisher]
[Joe] I don't wanna be a player no more
[Pun] I'm not a player I just fuck a lot
[Joe] But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
[1 - Pun] For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas
[2 - Pun] Uptown baby, uptown
[Joe] Don't wanna be, don't wanna be - I don't wanna be a player no more
[Pun] I'm not a player I just fuck a lot
[Joe] But you know Big Punisher still down by law
[Joe] Who's down to crush a lot
[Big Punisher]
Hey yo I'm still not a player but you still a hater
Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone
Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks
In house beach, french countess, ten thou piece
Rent-out lease, with a option to buy
Coppin a five-oh Benz for when I'm not, far up in the sky
Puffin the lye, from my Twinzito
Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico
We go back like PA's and wearing PJ's
Now we reach the peakage, running trains for three days
Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar
whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla
My my, I'm big huh, I rip my (prick) through your hooters
I'm sick, you couldn't measure my (dick) with six rulers
Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin loot
But I knock that boot, if you out to get HOOF
[Chorus]
[Big Punisher]
I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass'
I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the (ass)
Long as you show class, and pass my test
Fat (ass and) breasts, highly intelligent bachlorettes
That's the best, I won't settle for less
I wanna ghetto brunette, with unforgettable sex

I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the leaf
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round brown (hoe) wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'm gonna let you know
Once I put the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty Twin!" I don't care
Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns
Thick tongue, known to make a chick (come)
[Joe and Big Punisher]
(In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly
Rubbin your spot love, got you screaming Punish me
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I (stick it) even Luke be like "Don't stop, get it get it"
[repeat 2X]
[Chorus w/o Big Punisher]
[Joe]
Boricua, morena, boricua, morena [3X]
No more rolling with an entourage
Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad
Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher
Punisher... Joe and Big Punisher
Boricua, morena, boricua, morena [6X]
"Intermission"
Yo, this is the intermission
So go get some pot and get high
And when you turn to the next song
We'll sing about it, well, I will give you and example
Yo big pun whats up, nigga?
Why are we waiting in this intermission?
I dunno, nigga, I heard that I had to tell the peeps
Listening to get some pot and get high
No that's illegal, you are suppose to tell them
To go to the bathroom, oh, well, I didn't know
Oh, well, let's just go sing, okay, nigga, let's go
"Yeeeah Baby" (2000)
"Watch Those"
[Big Punisher]
Earth to Pun.. come in Pun..
[some whining noise]
Yeah yeah yeah..
The levels the levels the levels be good?
Levels is good, levels is good?
Yeah..
[Chorus: Big Punisher (repeat 2X)]
You got to watch those, jokers who pop those
You know those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
Indeed I spot those, actin rah rah, talkin bla-bla
that's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh (ah-ahh)
[Big Punisher]
I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out
Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth
Who can stop me? I told shorty I'ma shoot you papi
Caught him in the crapper with the clapper;
while he was doin caci
I'll probably die in jail - make it through life and fry in hell
Either way I'ma lead the way, cause only time'll tell
I rhyme for real, not that imaginary vocabulary
I really will stab you and every one of my adversaries
There's no remorse - fuck these thug niggaz, show me the boss
Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin up North
I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein
So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem
I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, better it there
No innocent bystanders to get hit with a spare
Like I really care who catches strays from the Mac
Like I really care who you paid to rap on your track
Nigga you wack - you ain't bringing nuttin for us
I got songs with the Devil and Jesus singin on the chorus
You can't ignore us, nigga you know how we roll
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
[Chorus]
[Big Punisher]
Can't no comp come at me, this battle the Bronx'll back me
Got the nicest niggaz alive talkin bout, "Papi's nasty"
Cocky crafty like Rocky sassy Puerto Rock Apache
Posse not even the cops could catch me
I'm too fast - four-hundred pounds, but I move ass
Soon as you spoke, I already smoked you with two jabs
My game is tight - you wanna play, just name your price
Fame to ice, your brains your life, the game is sheist
and I'm the trifest on the field
Even in school I was nominated the most likeliest to kill
This bastard steal, a full clip and a extra
and I'ma blast ya til your whole click respeta
Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra
'tate quieta, the bitch got a bad temper
Don't surrender - you ain't got a chance
You be lucky to leave here half-dead, in an am-bu-lance
So take a chance, but expect the worst
Put my foot so far up your ass
the sweat on my knee'll quench your thirst
{OOOOOH! [long slurrrrrrrp] .. "Thanks Pun!"}
[Chorus]
"Off Wit His Head"
(feat. Prospect)
[Big Punisher]
I don't give a fuck! Til I die, I'ma live it up
Hit em up, nigga what what, nigga what?
Better watch yo' ass 'fore I pull the choppers out the stash
and helicopter yo' ass, about a block and a half
Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz
Where you at Prop?
[Prospect]
Aiyyo it's off with his head
Let the blood-shed, cause all my thug sons'll bust lead
Yo I rep like one of the best, my Mac numbin your flesh
They on tracks but they runnin from death
Who fuckin with 'spect? Yo dog, I'm the youngest to rep
Comin correct, niggaz know I blow my gun in a sec

What the deal Twin?
[Big Punisher]
Yeeeah baby! Aiyyo it's off with his head
Slap the shit out the Devil and tear his horns off his head
Aiyyo it's almost over, few months we all gon' know Jehovah
Til then I'ma keep the steel in the shoulder holster
I ain't ready to die, bury me alive
But if my nigga got beef, we goin together tonight
What you say Twin?
[Prospect]
Left a body stiff and dead with the infrared
It's hard to survive, ? armor hold ? this tribe
And takin niggaz lives, so what? They tryin take mine
What I'm supposed to do? Let shit slide like I was close to you?
This murder I write, pushin a hearse, let me chaffeur you
What the deal son?
[Big Punisher]
Nigga I was born in the fuckin Dawn of the Dead
I always got my Dunn like I always got my gun
Fresh out the box, oiled and cocked, Glock 21
Once I have a gun to pop, I ain't gon' stop til I'm done
So either call the cops, or bust a shot - nigga uhh
Hold me down Pros'
[Prospect]
Put that nigga to sleep and make a coffin his bed
I come from rough times where niggaz bust 9's and be like fuck rhymes
and puff dimes, slippin on front lines and lust crimes
You better trust mines, I'm down for the cause
Gimme a round of applause and hear the sound of the 4's
What the deal kid?
[Big Punisher]
Cock the lead redecorate the crib burgandy red
Aiyyo I never front, I want whatever nigga let's dump
Whoever want it gonna get lift with the pump
I mention I'm dumb, my trigger finger fittin to jump
Got the whole left side of my face twitchin and stuff
Take us home Dunn
[Prospect]
He ain't really want it so he lost it instead
"Picture Me Rollin" like 'Pac in the drop, my style too hot
to figure out, oh Lord, please don't make me put this nigga out
My trigger shout through your area code
The scary explos', your click get, leary of foes
Now it's on Twin - now it's on Twin
Yeah, hah, now it's on Twin
[Opera Steve]
Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armaged-deon
Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror Squaaaaaaaaad..
[singing til before end]
"It's So Hard"
(feat. Donell Jones)
[Big Punisher]
You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty
Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy
Pop the clizzy goin sixty down a one-wizzy
Drunk pissy, tryin to cruise through the avenue
While my peoples is poppin bottles up in ?Sue's rendevous?
Fuck that, spun the U-ey lost a hubcap
It's back to the shack - came back and now, "What's that?"
Straight from Paris, checkin Gaby's new baby carriage
Perry Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out the dealer, got the Tec for the squealers
Wear a vest for the killers, nuttin less cause it's reala
in the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one (eh eh) got beef bust yo' gun
You don't need no one (nope) talkin bout that you owe him
I'ma go for dolo - Scarface without Manolo
One deep, I be solo, bustin heat, throwin bolos, it's hard
[Chorus 1 + 2 overlap]
[Chorus 1: Donnell Jones]
And it's so haaaaaard, yeah
Niggaz wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns
and it's so haaaaaard..
Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life
but it's so haaaaaard..
[Chorus 2: Big Punisher]
It's hard work baby
I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin to live
I ain't goin nowhere I'm stayin alive baby..
That's my wife, I paid for them titties
Get your own, your own, ya heard?
[Big Punisher]
Rollin with the Squad, we like Gods
Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars
Strip bars in Miami, almost came home with the Grammy
Next year, bringin home three for the family
Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi
Poppin shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase
Fuck that, Liberace
Fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me!
Never that, SKEE-YU! Where my niggaz at?
Uptown! Uptown! You know you feelin that
"Cash Rule," hardcore you can dance to
That old Biggie give me, "Onnne More Chaaaaance.."
Take a glance and I'm off with yours
with both hands take off my drawers
and jerk me like the Source Awards
I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive
Terror Squad nigga stop sleepin, ooh yeah
[Big Punisher - overlaps chorus]
What you say your name was again?
And I know you from where? Elementary school?
.. I don't know you maaaaan!
Money, not you again

Go THAT way!
Loser!
[Chorus 3: Donell Jones (starts where Pun says "I don't know you")]
Niggaz wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns
and it's so haaaaaard..
Yeah, cause you ain't fuckin my wife, takin my life
And if you just hatin just walk on by...
All you haters just walk on by
"We Don't Care"
(feat. Cuban Link)
[Cuban Link]
Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P.
Latins Goin Platinum baby!
Yeah yeah, yeah..
Uhh, year 2000
Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)
We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)
(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)
We rock the party and..
YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun
my fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover
The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler
Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler
Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular
Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us
T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby
So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy
You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?
With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE
Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT
In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK
If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK
It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP
Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS
She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK
So nigga WHAT?
[Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link]

[Pun] Tear the club up!
[Link] Cause we don't care
[Pun] E'rybody strip
[Link] Yeah we don't care
[Pun] Shoot the place up!
[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH!)
We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
[Link] Yeah we don't care
[Pun] T. Squaders
[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care
[Pun] Fuck you nigga!
[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH!)
We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
[Big Punisher]
Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props
I got to have it
Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past
Was grabbin the girls on they asses
Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls
Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws
My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver
and holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot
Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the night
My lead ready to peel this shit really real
My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill
My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill
No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers
Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders
Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama
I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow
You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge
Carter kids stuck to the projects
Go ahead keep checkin that mall
and me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips
Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it
Yeah when are you gonna buck shit
?? this mug shit
[Chorus]
[Cuban Link]
Uhh..
Yeah..
Big Punisher..
Cuban Link..
Terror Squad..
Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way..
Anything goes..
The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..
"New York Giants"
(feat. M.O.P.)
C'mon..
Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh..
(Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!)
C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!!
Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut
Long time comin, ya heard?
M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher
[Pun] What'cha gon' do?
Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah)
Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo'
[Pun] Yo, yo, yo..
Ya heard me?
[Big Punisher]
This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters
New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters
We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof
Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth
I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage
Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent
The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn
Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin
plus the light that give light to Muhammad
or Christ how you want it I got what you need
From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me
Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you
??, hunchback, like Quasimoto
[Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.]
[Pun] Set off the sirens
[MOP] Form the alliance
[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga
[MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)

[Fame] Leave em brainless
[Danz] Hit em with the stainless
[Fame] It's the..
"World's.. world's.. world's famous!"
[Pun] C'mon - violence!
[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa
[MOP] New York Giants
[Fame] Leave em brainless
[Danz] Hit em with the stainless
[Fame] It's the..
"World's.. world's.. world's famous!"
[Big Punisher]
I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell
or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world
like ?? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie
Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin
Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin
a perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike
I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?
I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural
?? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you
Clap you with your own heat - by all means
If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.
[Chorus (first 1/2)]
[Pun] Violence
[Pun] B.X.
[MOP] Violence
[Pun] B.K.
[MOP] Violence
[Lil' Fame]
I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)
"How About Some.." FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name
It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash
M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot
Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)
Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you
I rep for my cellblock niggaz
and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, "Perrico!"
Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights
Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes

Merc out on machines with loud pipes
Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and ?? bikes
[Billy Danzini]
You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)
First (FAM).. easy soldier!
I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot
Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot
Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL
Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan
when you found out your main man was named Danze
Nigga - I'm filled with anger!
You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger
(FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out
BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out
"My Dick"
(feat. Tony Sunshine)
[Tony Sunshine]
What's the deal baby?
Somethin for you dickridin motherfuckers
You non-believin ass motherfuckers
Heheh.. to all my niggaz I love y'all
Aiyyo Pun what's the deal baby?
Cuban!!! Raoouuuul, whaddup mas?
Joey Crack, what's the deal?
T. Squaders, Sound Boy!
??, Chance-a-million, ??
Didddown for liddddife, heheahahahah
I threw on my VEST
Loaded up the Smith with the hollow TIPS
It's time to FLIP
And blast my way to the top ten LIST
Me and Pun real FLYYYYYYY
Arrogant and we love to puff LYE
Lord you should see my WIFE
She's enough to make all the bitches cry..
oooh yeah! Be on my dick
Get off my dick (my dick) my dick (my dick)
My dick my dick my dick
Get off my dick.. my dick my dick my dick
Get offff myyy dick!

I just wanna take time
to talk to everybody
who ain't showed me love
to let me rock the mic at the par-ty
Now you gon' get what you deserve
That's my dick in your mouth
Cause me and Pun
is gonna show you what it's bo-out..
[Big Punisher]
Youse a nasty fuck - makin a song talkin about your nuts
Don't want nobody on my dick 'less I'm about to bust
You doubted us, cause we weren't tearin up the streets
Them the same niggaz - on my nuts like they have buck-ed teeth
I love my peeps, I'll die for my amigos
but I ain't fuckin with freaks, tryin to free ride on my bicho
It's like perrico (what?) one taste you're gon' like it
Just ask Mike (Mike who?) My dick!
[Tony Sunshine]
My dick (my dick) my dick (my dick)
You can catch me puffin lah-lah-lah-lah
lah-lah-lah-lah..
You can catch me puffin lah-lah-lahhhhh..
Cause I be puffin lah-lah-lah-lah
lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah..
I be puffin lah-lah lah-lah-lahhhh..
You can catch me puffin lah-lah-lah-lah
lah-lah-lah-lah..
I be puffin lah-lah lah-lah-lahhhh..
I'm the type to be up in that
lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah
When I stressed you know I puff that lahhhhh..
Yeahhhhhhhhh..
"Leather Face"
[Big Punisher]
What I gotta do let y'all niggaz know?
I am +THE NICEST+.. +EVER+.. heh..
Hardcore? Commercial?
Whatchu wanna do, you wanna wile up, you wanna dance?
Don't matter to me, I got it all locked down baby
It's not a game it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall, when I bring the chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin
Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins with the Headless Horseman
Hell extortion, sell your soul, live your dreams
Don't pay the cost then [bam bam] say hello to the guillotine
A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like
fiends for drugs, I don't need no love
Give me your fear, murder, respect, beer, honies and sex want here
I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed
You fuckin with Chris - fuck Pun - dead the wrath for later
Get your calculator, go 'head Decapitator's back forever
Can't count how many heads I had to sever
Half the niggaz I keep, I put em back together
That's the terror, cut open your girl
and make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill
You fuckin with reel to reel, rap axe maniac
Sound bwoy killer, hack hack chain-react
Two for one - double the death, same price
What would Big say? "Huh, you know that ain't right"
[Chorus: (with samples from "Scarface") repeat 2X]
It's not a game pah.. [sample]
We're gettin paid hah.. [sample]
It's still T. Squad.. [sample]
"What you came for? Surgery, with the chainsaw!"
[Big Punisher]
Word to 'Pac and Big, my glock so big it can rock a bridge
Drop the midsection like the top of your wig
Ain't no bullshittin, gettin the full treatment
Special two heated missles, 'til your crew's leavin witchu
I rip you in half - blast that ass through a glass window
Laugh a little (HA HA) and dash in the S-Class limo
That's how we do it in the South Boogie
Where tough rough rookies get snuffed out, for talkin loud to me
Why should I even consider your crew? Shit on your crew
Get rid of your crew, what I'm fittin to do

I split you in two, leave you impaired when I blast the shotty
Grip you like dope and leave you there with half your body
We Rowdy like Roddy, probably robbin your stash
Catch a body like Charlie up North, stashin knives up my ass
Survivin the task, we the last ones left
Blast them tecs with clips, fast as fast'll spit
Add some tips for any, bastard bitch, pappin shit
Watch me rep til the death from the bassonet, beotch!
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
Watch what happens to your friend
You don't want this to happen to you
you give me the money, okay?
"100%"
[Tony Sunshine]
Ooooooooooohhhhh.. Puerto Rico
[Big Punisher]
Toma
[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
[Pronto llegara]
el dia de mi suerte
te lo juro por mi gente
te juro que un dia llegara
And we won't stop
We always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated
we still made it to the top
[Big Punisher]
Puerto Rock Puro, not Menudo no I'm not the one
I'm studyin Judo, you don't know if I got a gun
It's Pun, from the X side of things, baguette inside my rings
Everything I want I gets, bada-BING
It's mine I Shyne like money that sound like Biggie
Fuck around my town, Boogie Down my city
Come around get pound, to the ground no pity
Watch the sound, fo'-pound twenty round milli'
Get smacked silly, for coming out your mug

I'm known for bouncin thugs from the Tunnel to the Salsa clubs
Don't matter, put the chrome to your bladder
Splatter your abs, have you pissin in a plastic bag
That's a drag now you abnormal
Don't make me go out to rumble,
and put some motherfuckin stabs on you
The night is young and I'm already fightin hidin my gun
Promoter buggin screamin, "Who the fuck invited Pun?"
[Chorus]
[Big Punisher]
From San Juan to Bayamon, I'm the Don Juan beside the Don
Live long, get your party on
Don't let the liquor fool you, cause I'll stick it to you
Somethin sharp to the heart, or somethin big to move you
The Desert or the shottie, whateva you the body
that chose to be the dumb nigga at the party
Too much Bacardi started speakin dumb
Then you tried to snuff Joe - must have been Puerto Rican rum
That's the hardcore, two years a sophomore
Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls
So get lost or take one, bones I break them
Pigs are bacon, so get fried if they come
You see that? I'm like G. Rap, 'Pac, Master P
all balled up with a twist of Marc Anthony
Recognize me I'm the one that's cockin the auto
Tony Sunshine please canten el coro
[Chorus]
[Tony] It ain't over
[Pun] I thought you ain't like the beat
[Tony] Te digo que no se ha acabao
[Tony Sunshine]
La tierra del Borinquen donde nacido yo
aha aha aha aha..
Es un jardin florido de magico primor
aha aha aha aha aha aha aha...
Un cielo siempre nitido, que sirve de dosel
y dan arrullos placidos, las olas a sus pies
[Chorus]
[Frankie Cutlass sample]
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
A Puerto Rico..
"Wrong Ones"
(feat. SunKiss)
[SunKiss]
Yeah.. no more runnin
Hahah..
Yeah no more America's Most and all that shit there
Rockin the mic now
Runnin with my nigga Pun Boogie baby
Lot of niggaz fronted
Said they gonna put me on, help me and shit like that there
But you kept it golden with me my nigga
That's right, you fuckers
Dead, and still killin shit!
[Chorus: SunKiss + Big Pun]
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you'll get stuck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drivebys in the truck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, hah ha..
[SunKiss]
I'm as wicked as Hitler first born
Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone
"Kill Niggaz Softly" but not with her song
Matter of fact I kill em viciously, brutally
Strip them clowns down to nudity
Shove the chrome where they doodoo be
It's a stick up, don't try to get brave
Don't even chance it Duke
I want y'all motherfuckers strippin like you dance for Luke
Don't stop, give it give it - or you gon' get it get it
Get your fuckin Yankee fitted splitted when I spit it spit it
Y'all faggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live
Creep through in a white 5 and snipe five
Y'all got some trife wives

Show me where y'all re' at, where the ki' at
Sleep eat shit and pee at, park your 3 at
Spark like Vietnam, tell your mom through the intercom,
"UPS ma'am sign here," send a bomb
Leave that bitch - roasted and toasted like a chestnut
And if I run out of milk, for cereals, I leave her breasts cut
Got this pitbull and I feed him fresh guts - sick em Cujo!
Steal your bitch and dick the culo
Slam yo' ass and I don't know a lick of judo
Fly to P.R. - stick Menudo
Come back, cop a 6 with two-do'
Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew
from Washington Heights in jail I had niggaz washin my Nike's
Now I'm squashin the mic, extortionist type
Harsh with a knife
I'm flossin yo' ice on some Bronx shit tonight
[Chorus]
[Big Punisher]
Cannibalism is livin in my metabolism
Givin em spasms and aneurisms at baby baptisms
That's all my thugs thinkin bout, drinkin your blood
Boriquans love flooded rugs bloody and bloated mugs
Leavin the reverand decap' and severn when I'm beheadin
The Armageddeon is lettin demons slip into Heaven
Goin back to spiritual ritual times
What you gon' find - shiftings of Satan in critical bind
Nevermind, I do that often, I've risen often
Bust out my coffin, I'm a livin abortion
Battled the Devil and deaded his demons
Trained other beings to be in his different levels of Hell,
still screamin
Seein bodies bloody and babies bloated corroded
Know the Chinese exploded
Know they run with Gotti who know it (check it)
I never run I never ran, the fattest motherfuckin man
I roll with Cuban makin junk to jams
That's all I'm knowin and I'm never kneed
All on your soul I feed, I'm lettin punk motherfuckers bleed
Fuckin with me, better hide yo' seed
Better think twice, before you ride on me
Cause I'ma lift your weight,
then I'm droppin you in the incinerator
Then I'm hittin the hospital and poppin two in the incubator
That's how we do it pana, hardcore, no more goo-goo ga-ga
Oh I'm sorry pa-pa, was you the da-da?

[Chorus 2X]
"Laughing At You"
[Tony Sunshine]
Ha Ha Ha
Do you see me now
you remember me the guy from the back of the class
that used to where the glasses the one you
used to laugh at look at me now brother do u like fruit
well I'm chewin your girls nipples
how do you like them apples asshole
IM laughing at you
IM laughing at you now you told me i was ugly
i was scared to crack a smile
Pun: Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
IM Laughing at you now
Pun Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Im laughing at you
[Pun]
600 Benz 20 inch rims house on the hill hittin' mad skin
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
It was all a scheme i used to load the teck with the magazine
so i was mean but i still had a scheme
17 years young everything seemed fun
still considered a veteran cause i feared none
Pun's from the street where there aint no rules
but carried heat cause he ain't no fool
Aint no wrong for dollars in negative digits
so debted followers and got rid of the quitters
that never forget us cause we've been down since the
Genesis 200 horse power to 400 Pegasus
the messages don't sleep till its over
next thing you know shorty seven feet
tippin' over i'm still in the water drownin'
Knights and murder till the immortal terror squad
threw me a life preserver now im ice forever
stomach bustin' out the white carrera
life is better now niggas wanna rhyme together
ay que sera! what can i do but take you to strive

ay que hago! i hope the streets dont take me alive
you wasted your life and refused the struggle while
i aim for the sky pay dues and bubbles I WIN!
[Chorus]
[Pun]
Now its not funny cause im hot and got a pot of money
alot of hunnies around (Don't stop do the brown for me)
my every wish is her command call her bitch she understands
i reminisce how she used to dis me and my man
check part of the plan she told my son i wasn't the man
i aint gonna to stop till i got a heart in my hand
I can silence the lamb but couldn't silence her cause
she was as wild as a man with a bottle of liquor
i'm not going to hit her i'm gonna debt her tonight
double platinum now shes one in the tribe well in the ride now
well in a fly gettin' high now no more whiteout send the cubans
to provide now it's my world i demand my respect
give me your girl or get slapped in your neck
ain't nothin' change im still humble and modest
and im always proud to admit i came straight from the projects
hardy har har har
[Tony Sunshine]
Don't you forget about me now
Don't [4x]
Don't [4x] naw
Nah Nah Nah Nah....
Nah Nah Nah Nah....
Nah Nah Nah Nah.....Nah Nah Nah Nah
[repeat 2x]
[Tony Sunshine]
I said don't..don't...don't...don't
[Chorus]
"Nigga Shit"
[Big Punisher]
Yeah..
This is for my peoples on the street, y'know?
Gave me love since day one..

y'knahmean? When I was puttin it down
Battlin for mine, y'knahmsayin?
Battlin - projects and neighborhoods
just to be heard, y'knahmsayin?
Y'know cause y'know I used to do everything y'know?
From that hardcore shit..
to that commercial shit..
to that party shit..
that thug shit..
that live shit, that cry shit..
that love shit, that hate shit..
I do all that shit..
You know what's my true love?
THAT NIGGA SHIT - smokin weed with my moms
THAT NIGGA SHIT - slingin D and her-on
THAT NIGGA SHIT - no love for the cops
THAT NIGGA SHIT - gettin my dick sucked for my pops
THAT NIGGA SHIT - gettin drunk with my Twinz
THAT NIGGA SHIT - swearin to God I'll never drink again
THAT NIGGA SHIT - gettin drunk again
THAT NIGGA SHIT - three days in the pen
THAT NIGGA SHIT - talkin loud at the flicks
THAT NIGGA SHIT - fried rice and rib tips
THAT NIGGA SHIT - lookin fresh with no ends
THAT NIGGA SHIT - beatin on my sister's boyfriends
THAT NIGGA SHIT - yellow tape and white sheets
THAT NIGGA SHIT - whoopin my kid's ass in the streets
THAT NIGGA SHIT - Iverson crossover
THAT NIGGA SHIT - cheese doodles, grape soda
THAT NIGGA SHIT - playin the last card on the train
THAT NIGGA SHIT - hot sauce on everythang
THAT NIGGA SHIT - nugget gold in the 80's
THAT NIGGA SHIT - iced out in the 90's
THAT NIGGA SHIT - shoot the place if you play me
THAT NIGGA SHIT - Pun to run til they find me
and I'm out what, what what wha-what
and I'm out what, what what wha-what
and I'm out, and I'm out
Puerto Rock nigga shit yo I'm out
"Ms. Martin"
(feat. Remi Martin)
[Intro: Big Pun]

Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool em
Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, nawmean?
In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man
Y'all niggas better lay low
Catch you in a hurtin, nawmean?
Blow your balls off nigga
[HOOK: Big Pun]
Where my girl at
Quick to bust the mack, better believe that
She always got my back, nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't know how to act, cuz that's my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is back, she represent that
Cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas love to scrap
[Verse 1: Remi Martin]
I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers
I'm troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers
The type to cop a Range along with all the features
Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches
A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her fetus
Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys can't beat us
Straight strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding
Remi don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon
It's Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin
While fraud broads don't get no publishin, still be bitin
They kill me lyin, like they the ones doin the scribin
When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin
I flows like water, got this drizzle with little C
Catch me with Pun eatin skittles in the middle of Little Italy
Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot, and drop shit
Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
Take another pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me
Come through in a jail suit, and the new Beef 'n' Broccolis
Doin it, If I'm havin a good time and you ruin it
I seen a nice casket that'll look good with you in it
New improved shit, the year start with a 2 shit
Next millenium, sell a million, clue shit
Exclusive, to tell the truth, y'all useless
Cuz I'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list
[HOOK]
[Verse 2:]
Remi Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remi, cash like a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a flynt with no flash
Stripper with no ass, car with no gas
Tryin to go fast, I love to hear the guns go blast
(Blau, blau, blau, blau) I love the sounds of the shells fallin down
Love to smoke weed, stay blowin trees, fuck liquor
When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up
You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our guns is bigger
If you really wanna kill us, do it nigga, pull the trigga
How you figure, you could really come and take what's mine
And all I gotta do is send a little letter to Rah
He'll send the troops out
My brother don't hesitate to pull a tool out
And I'm his little sis, so he taught me the same shit
Quick to flip, but your name should be prickless
Cuz every time you open your mouth, you suckin my dick
Talkin shit, as if you a soldier nigga
When you a no cash, low class, doja nigga
Y'all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders nigga
Look over your shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over nigga
Inhale, cock back and bust, just because
I know none of y'all busters is touchin us
I got the thoroughest thugs and, baby reminisces
That don't give a fuck, with a aim that never misses
Hugs and kisses never, just slugs and stiches
Thugs and bitches forever, check the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather, I still got my tan Timbs on
Just copped the pink mink, and winter been gone
I been on this thug shit y'all can't seem to fuck wit
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin mustard
No fair, cuz I don't care I go to war wit a musket
Just give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
Cuz Pun be the nicest motherfucker on the market
Now he got the nicest bitch, what, Remi Martin
[HOOK]
"My Turn"
[Big Punisher]
Uhh.. psssh.. it's my turn, y'knahmean?
Get this motherfuckin money y'know?
Shit..
Yeah I went double, y'know?
Niggaz goin triple.. five.. ten platinum

Can't do what I do
This is my game, this is me..
[T. Squaders] Y'know?
[Chorus: Big Punisher]
Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect
Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck
cause it's my turn, I'ma reach to the top
Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock
cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig
Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
I'ma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance
But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance
[Big Punisher]
Fuck you and yours; make way - I'm comin through the door
And screw the law - breakin the rules ain't nothin new at all
I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun
Respect the click that I'm from, or get lifted and stunned
Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin with the fall guy
Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise
Sky's the limit, nuttin less if my guys is in it
For the right price, even Christ could get it
Fast life we live it - all my memories are vivid
I remember only minutes
that's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies
The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody
and lyric which so heavenly rhythmic
In magic do I build, but math do be equally compatible
And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral
I'm from the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers
Official Bronx niggaz, quick to body yo' mother (ouch)
[Chorus]
[Big Punisher]
Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price?
You scared to death I'll make you twice as afraid of life
I bring sight to the game for every night you complained
you couldn't see the light - I was bright in your brain
Ignitin the flame, keepin your third lid
Speak and observe with the mind
what are blind sleep til they worth shit
I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire
Reppin T. Squad since birth til I retire
I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives

and riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers ? live
Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'ma come back with those kids
from the back of the bridge
I think two and touch means tackle the bitch
I rap for the chips, but I'm truly assassin
Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome
That's the pro - got beef with Pun, you gots to go
Mafia style - tear you a new ass-a-hole
Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain
cause I don't give a fuck if I was quadruply platinum
And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off
Cause in real life, you don't know
I'll blow your motherfuckin head off (ooh yeah)
That's my motherfuckin word, you understand?
Thought we was a fuckin joke? Shit
Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me
You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand?
Told you before I ain't no motherfuckin rapper understand?
Shit, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like
If I'ma make a song,
it's gon' be how I beat yo' motherfuckin ass understand?
That'll be the name of the motherfucker
"That's Why I Had to Beat Your Motherfuckin Ass"
featuring Tony Sunshine
T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders
[Chorus]
"You Was Wrong"
(feat. Drag-On, Fat Joe, Remi Martin)
[Drag-On]
What?
T-S nigga
Y'all don't know?
[Drag-On]
Aiyyo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx
You's wrong, nigga we can get it on
Aiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune
Gimme forty-thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know
What I had to go through, to clap this clown, check my background
The last nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath
The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed
And Drag move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick
The only thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist
'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in
Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss it
Damn it on ya lips
Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons
Nigga I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more
Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you ain't got that chance mines in my draw, you get it?
Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid
and make me use one unless you ?that bitch?
[Big Pun]
Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack
You was wrong, album double plat
Yo its on, stop talkin shit
You was wrong, get off my dick
How dare you doubt on the ??, Big Pun the undoubtable
The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta you
You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button
I'm too violent for this rap shit, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin
Too quick to blast, some niggas talk shit and dash
But I really will KICK YOUR ASS
Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, with the Bambaclad
On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin everyone
The one get locked stand back and watch where you from
How dare you come and try to shit where I eat
Fuck you nigga, literally
Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street
But I'm still gon' hit cha'll niggas
because up north you be tossin salads with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one
Why you always gotta be right nigga, why can't you ever be wrong
[Fat Joe]
Now its on, from the Bronx where its at
You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back
Now its on, stay on with the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Joey Crack
Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack
Make your body fold back

Lift his soul with the chrome mack
I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped
You heard theres money on the block we control that
I got the work in the pot where that stove at
Cook it up 'til its wack, get my dough back
You niggas so wack, tryin'a compete
I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street
I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep
Let you slide when I coulda put five in your Jeep
Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it
I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin
Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind
Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine
Neva did believe in the Don's
since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong
[Remi Martin]
Aiyyo, its on, though I'd stay on the block
You was wrong, now Remi on the rock
So its on, thought I wasn't gonna drop
You was wrong, I was right all along
I told these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch
And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit
Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track
Tight shit, make a nigga wanna play ya back
I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em all believers
Fuck hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever
Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
And for the followers, I'ma leave their heads hollower
Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver
Layin in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first
'Cuz I ain't neva heard a bitch straight flame a verse
I blame the church, how God let you lie like that
Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like that
How the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight
She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby
"Endangered Species" (2001)
"You Ain't A Killer"

[Verse 1]
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, "The Shit is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams
[Hook]
You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat
[Verse 2]
You made a grave mistake
Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate
Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
The pain is great but only for a second
It starts strong then lessens
Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in
Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)
Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death
Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain
Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain
There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang
I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3]
It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gas, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably
I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related
If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
Probably a stash magician
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strickly out for cream
Doin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream
My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine
I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest
One that survive is who's the wisest
[Hook - 2X]
"Twinz (Deep Cover '98)"
(feat. Fat Joe)
[Big Punisher]
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Vito's
with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
[Fat Joe]
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake
Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight
[Big Punisher]
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity filling
Insanity's building up pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
[Fat Joe]
I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best -- might be
Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee
[Big Punisher]
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer
[Fat Joe]
Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!
[Big Punisher]
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruising in the Land, pumping 'Cash Rules'
Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
[Fat Joe]
That's true, so who the next to get it?
TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)
[Chorus: Pun, Joe]
[Pun] And it's

[Joe] Here, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
[Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
[Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
[Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!
[Big Punisher]
Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary
tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
[Fat Joe]
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
you never see me talk to police, so
you should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
So beware it's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
[Big Punisher]
Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans
known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping, no relaxing
Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down
[Fat Joe]
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggas carry chalk
and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
go and get it set it baby and I'm gonna bury you

So remember the Squad that I'm repping
I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggas till it's Armageddon
[Chorus 2X (to fade)]
"Whatcha Gon Do"
[Big Punisher]
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo...
It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane
Acknowledge the fame, my call was to reign the streets
from Harlem to Queens, back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team
Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as the crack
that'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back
and start from scratch
I'm locked and I'm trapped, in a giant cage
Tryin to savor these few dyin days
I have left, to the form of flesh; should I lie in my grave?
I'm tryin to persuade, my motto is try to be brave
and not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
That why I rise from the grave singin church songs like
I was Je-sus Christ pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
[Chorus 2X: Big Punisher]
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
[Big Punisher]
'Til my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (c'mon)
And welcome drama (yeah) with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Definin' matters hard all before you even had a job
I'll stab and rob if I have to, fuck it I'll blast you
Tell the devil it was Pun, if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone, the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
the expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream

with the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd
Move from the aisle, don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggaz shoot in the clouds
(Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from hell
Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
Hard core like B.O., bring in the corns baby bro
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
"How We Roll"
(feat. Ashanti)
[Ashanti]
Something, I want to tell you
There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know
Big Pun be the largest thang
Straight out of the projects
And that's how we roll.. roll..
[Big Pun]
You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana
In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin on cham-pagna
Rollin ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us
Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green a hustler dream
Bustin out the custard cream Viper
custom piped up with the mustard seams
Clustered green Fort Knox and hard (?) medallions
Mockin God even Italians see my batallion pull out the broad
I got the +Squad+ over-qualified, pullin over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide
Sparkin lye in the clouds and reppin my housin
Like the Wu do in Shaolin
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Ooohooo there's, something, I want to tell you
There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know
Big Pun be the largest thang
Straight out of the projects
And that's how we roll.. roll..
[Big Pun]
I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat

What you broke motherfuckers know about that?
Lookin fat in Marc and Pelle leather like Fonzarelli
Sparkin Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli
On the celly (blown Benz, chrome rims)
Shinin like the (stone gems) on my (gold rings)
I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story
that soared me from livin poorly to a modern day Cinderfella
I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged nigga
But now I'm like Puffy cause money's thicker than blood player
I'm still a threat but now I think before I flip
Call my connects together
and figure which cleaner's the best for the hit
I get the job done, Pun's handlin business
Candlelight dinners, havin a toast with the most glamorous bitches
My road to riches was no Christmas
Now we blessed with gold Lazaruses
so expensive my whole family's religious
[Chorus]
[Big Pun]
Aiyyo I want it all you can call me greedy and superficial
long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle
I'm tryin to triple a million and split it three ways
Joe the God, Full Eclipse, and myself - that'll be the day
I need a way to get it already got the ambition
Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked Expedition
I'm on a mission which requires a higher position
Desire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glistenin
I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna last
But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin on your ass
I'm all about cash and the power
A stash with the power that lasts like hittin ass for an hour
Let's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocks
so I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops
Forget the cops, we got Deserts and glocks too
Ready to rock whoever tryin to stop our cheddar from stockin forever
[Chorus]
[Ashanti]
Big Pun is the largest thang
Joey Crack be stayin paid
Terror Squad from the projects man.. [fades]
"Off The Books"

(feat. The Beatnuts, Cuban Link)
[Big Punisher]
Hey yo it's all love, but love's got a thin line
and Pun's got a big nine, respect crime but not when it reflect mine
The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long
Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up, with the stash gone
I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast
Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass
and a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist'
All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit
Lace the click, cause we all share
It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair
Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run
Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum
Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl
I'm the mighty Thor clotheslining motherfuckers like Steven Segall
Cause all you gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casket
That's it (that's it?) That's it
[Cuban Link]
Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit
Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate
Up in Jimmy's Cafe, havin caviar
Crackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin large
We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin jobs for bills
I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill
I like to chill, spark an L and get high
I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly
[JuJu]
Whattup Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco
I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though
Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo
Swervin like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo
squeezin, out of automatic M3's and
please, you ain't seen no thugs like these
I can tell you lots of things that'll make you believe
In Corona yo it's better to take than to receive
[Psycho Les]
Your career's on life support, and I'ma pull the plug
and have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug
in they blood, no escapin this
Niggaz is goin over their favorite shit (for what?) to be tapin this
World premier, loud and clear
Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show

Dissapear, jump in the Cavalier
Feelin marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles
For pleasure, bring your territory sever
Keep my workers under pressure got em sayin "FUCK LESTER"
But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold
Don't give a fuck where you been what you done
where you go, you know, peep this favorite
In black shades like a secret, agent
We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves
We light trees, bust these and stack cheese
It's off the hook this year
Makin mad money off the books this year, ain't nothin
but crooks in here
Gettin mad money off the books this year
[repeat 2X]
Go! [64X]
"Banned From T.V."
(feat. Noreaga, Jadakiss, Styles P, Nature, Cam'ron)
N.O.R.E, the movie
Comin soon
(Timbaland, SHUT THE FUCK UP)
Tryin to be out in '98, you know ??
(Im tryin to watch this movie)
This the real shit
(Shut the fuck UP!!!!!)
'98, its ours
[Nature]
Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Blow you away like its part of the plan
I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it
Walkin my walk, thugged out orthopedic
Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader
Make me go extra hard, yo nore should I hold back or show the repirtore
Quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
I show them why its so hard to reach us
I get pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots yall niggas never be

Packed in like green bay
Harlem week to queens day
Performing acapella, no dj
98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins
[Big Pun]
Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks
Pour on the fort knox lazura
Shark salad with cabbage
Pork chops and applesauce
Twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in
Pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training
I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst
Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
Uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said
Ay yo I hold niggas ransom for money
Like johhny handsome
Been sonning niggas for so long
I think I got a grandson
My passion is money, a stash and a honey
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
Thats my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon
Just a little ghetto
Where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little
[Cam'ron]
Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
Seen my story on 6,666 pages
Wages, I wrote six aces
And at the same dice games, I caught six cases
All over big faces, now it's tipped laces
Ready to dig faces, but the bang it ain't
Bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages
Cats like to rip places
Bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races?
But I stay in import the pig places
But the world know the girl though
I fuck her off a furlough
She'll be up, hook me up
All your sales could be luck
Only question for these ducks is
Baby girl can we fuck

You the type that need a wife
Thought L-o-x told yall the key to life
Asshole, yo I don't play around
I lay it down
Fuck around, I spray around
Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
My ass, you can kick or kiss it
[Jadakiss (Styles)]
Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss)
And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the (back of a whip)
(See the plan is to stash all), and cash yall
(The weed so strong), they gotta put it glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out, (mope me out)
Cuz the rims on my new joint be poking out
(I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep)
Do they dance with the devil when they sleep
(I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit)
Shit that they kick in ya ear,
When your soul be driftin in air
My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears
That shit'll drop down my eye,
I'm too tired to cry,
(and I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die)
(They say you get what you ask for)
So get it cuz you asked for it
(If a nigga ain't a thief) then he better have the cash for it
And we gonna be around til ya body rot
And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
What! What! What! What!
[Noreaga]
Yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
Ay yo lets get loose, hennesey straight, with tomato juice
Queens stallion, my guns, fully italian
Now yall niggas recognize medallions
I play the best hood, o-t with tim westwood
Used to be on section 8, now my section is good
Thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could
And I don't give a fuck what! yo I save my shit
And I don't give a fuck what! you can save your shit
Yall niggas like extra skin on my dick
Listen to bob marley, you funny niggas like steve harvey

Frontin live with a weak army
I play the nice guy too, I'll smoke wit you
But the realness, I ain't got no love for you
Thats why I never do a song with you
Not even if your babies mom fucked the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
I still say no, no is no, no can doe
Ya niggas drinking henneray, drinking my flow
Yo, thug shit thug shit what what
What the fuck is the deal
Thugged out entertainment
Untertainment
L-o-x
Terror squad
This shit is fucking official
"Mama"
Mamma.. I don't understand
Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man
I said mamma.. now I'm on the run
Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh.. what have I done?
[Big Pun]
Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby
Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me
Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four
Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour
And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly
"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?"
That ain't right! I had to put him in his place
Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?
I put 'em in his face
I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself
"Ahora a tu!" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self
That's the law - the streets are like basketball
but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off
Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?
Too much hate, time to break the lock
I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em
I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him
That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row
Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies
you get life for three in a row

Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks
I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)
[Chorus]
[Big Pun]
I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me
but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby
She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll
Made me believe I could achieve the impossible
Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz
So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is
Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber
Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger
Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself
That's how you'll end up twelve years old;
bein charged as an adult
Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes
Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate
How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit
Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics
That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?
Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail
Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system
You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description
.. fuck you talkin about? I live here
This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!
That's my daughter right there playin.. fuck off me!
Get the fuck off!
[Chorus]
[Big Pun]
I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once
to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart
But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters
and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother
God bless her soul
And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me
And for this I give you my soul, I love you
[Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]
[Tony Sunshine]
Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma..
I just killed a man..

Ma-mmaaaa.. what am I to do?
"Brave In The Heart"
(feat. Terror Squad)
"Remember Pun?"
Yeah, check me out..
"Remember Pun?"
Terror Squad..
[Triple Seis]
I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars
Face Triple Seis the God of War like Mars
that leave MC's smashed but my Squad, is odd
Y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
of my extreme fellas, rockin the (?) sweaters
The ones who paid with they life
I rock for forty days and forty nights, and every verse is tight
Better than before; rough, rugged, and raw
Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore
This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed
Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin your chain
Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet
Leave a trail-blazin like (Rasheed Wallace)
What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker
I walk the same streets the police take us
Livin on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth
Respect and got the money son that's all that it's about
No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode
Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll
On the low tryin to blow trees
And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese
Better relate and start to think, or be the missin link
I got my +Hustle+ on like Larry Flynt
[Big Pun]
We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin New York cats past the stars
First it was Nasty Nas now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh
Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough
Hold your toaster low, business never personal
Just some words to know - if you run the streets
come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em
Depends on the state if death is my fate then cool I'm dyin
If that's my destiny it's meant to be
Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me
Aight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then, let's fight then
I'm hypened, comin with the thunder and the lightning
Invitin the comp, ice on the arm
Nights when I storm, snipin your moms, right from the Bronx
Mic in the palm it's the ghetto God
I rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD
Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
She said she'd starve on a diet instead I'm a God in her eyes
The father of Christ, sure to be immortal
Guzzlin beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano
"Big Pun.." ".. will be here, forever" -> [KRS]
"We brave in the heart.."
".. p-p-p-playin a part"
"Amazingly smart.."
".. remember Pun?", "That's the ghetto God"
"Amazingly smart.."
"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart"
"Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> [KRS]
[Prospect]
You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick
A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit
I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself
Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt
Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady
I'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin
Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chette
Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy
I click triggers how you more ready and switch bigger
than more berry I'm a cherry you a strawberry
If you lost that mean I'm on top of the whip
You plottin to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip
You stop with the quick and never make another move
Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues
"Big Pun.."
"Forever.. do you understand? FOREVER!" -> [KRS]
[Fat Joe]
Make way for krill, I don't play I spray for real

Blow your top with the glock, that's my favorite kill
Blaze your crib with like thirty shots
I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops
I play the streets with toast cause the thieves is close
Wanna keep your post then don't beef with Joe
Still niggaz think I won't bring the heat out
That's like sayin Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute
Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first
War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth
I'm, dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real
Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal
Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this
Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin your lips
The street's a trip; either you deep or you sleep with the fish
I keep a fifth for them niggaz that's seekin to flip
"Amazingly smart.."
"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart"
"Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> [KRS]
"Do you understand? FOREVER!" -> [KRS]
"The Dream Shatterer (Original)"
Aiyyo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
cause he ain't worth jack
Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rappin and tounge's packin
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns
It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony... Montana
You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana
C'mon pana we be mob rhymers
Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda
A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna

Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda grammar
[Chorus]
Fakin like you Satan when I'm the rhymin abomination
[repeat Chorus]
[Big Pun]
I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine
Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyurethane
Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms
If you came to learn how to make fire, I'ma make it burn!
Higher and hotter than lava this scholar advisor is smart as MacGyver
To put honor inside the heart of a liar
involved in a life of crime (crime!) fuck it I like the shine (shine!)
Up in the white and lime (lime!) Comes with the pipe design
Plushed out! (No doubt!) Both pockets about to bust out
If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT!
Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right
Go 'head lace the mic, you finished? Say good night
Head to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet
Settlin beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat
But it won't matter, you dreams still gon' shatter
It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is known to stagger
So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound
you ever heard; desert bird player you outta bounds
[Chorus - 3X]
[Big Pun]
You know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial
I'll come and get you and let the desert eez tounge kiss you
With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips
like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic
It makes rappers disappear, whipser in your ear
Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears
Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further
The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further
for reverse birth, every verse hurts, every curse word's
already more offending than Eddie Murph's worst
I thirst for blood like a vampire
Any man claimin his game's tighter - IS A GOD DAMN LIAR!
I set him on fire, retire your train of thought
Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark
The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down
And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down

I'm no joke! I soak your face with a sweeper
Die in disgrace, or face your death through the speaker
[Chorus - 4X, fades out]
"John Blaze"
(feat. Fat Joe, Nas, Raekwon, Jadakiss)
[Verse 1: Nas]
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The table turned now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin that
I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison
[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all
[Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad]
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
"Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" - [Method Man]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, I mess around
and spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim
cause y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
in the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the anthology consolidated
with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex, imagination large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar
Feelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
broke niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Fat Joe]
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for fuckin with my funds on the first
And go to church like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run many spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed
[Chorus 2X]
"My World"
Uhh.. yes y'all baby
Yeah, yeah, work it out
Work it out dawg, work it out now
Uhh.. y'all motherfuckers, big dawgs in the house what?
Terror Squad what? Terror Squad what?
I ain't a rapper.. I just bust a lot, off the top
What, yo, yo
[Big Pun]
The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle
Slap a coffin on the saddle
and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin
If ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump roast
One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close
Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitin
for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin
An orgi-nation of veterans built
with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills
We blessed with the will to never surrender
cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja
[Chorus]
It's my world girl, either love it or leave
If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin the weave

Suckin the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue
Baby don't stop, that's how you bring it to Pun
If this is my world, I'd be Tony the man
Call me The Godfather, controllin the fam'
Runnin the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king
Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings
[Big Pun]
Stupid.. gimme yours
You be lookin bunny rabbit
Give your pants bunny rabbits, what you know about that?
I ain't about to pop you stupid
Fuck the small talk, niggaz know Pun keep the fo' cocked
Don't walk too fast, might pass through the wrong block
Don't stop, keep it movin, the streets'll ruin
the average man, faster than, the motherfuckin teamsters union
We doin dirt cause we gotta, five dolla a hour
Three kids and my motherfuckin big mamma
My sig sauer got different plans God knows I'm just a man
So hide your wrist if it's glistenin
Listen man, we just niggaz tryin to work it out
Listen friend, strictly biz it's nothin perso-nal
We thirsty now and I ain't drinkin out of plastic cups
Platinum plus (thorough) crystal glasses with the fancy cuts
Fancy us, livin life lavish
Drippin ice cabbage, livin in the six, with some white bad bitch
Tight package I gotta pass
I'm from the ghetto nigga, I like a lot of ass
[Chorus]
[Big Pun]
Word life T. Squad holdin it down, y'knahmean?
Gettin this money.. by any means baby
Let me get the fuck up outta here, 'fore I break somethin
"Pia Colada"
(feat. Sheek Louch)
-Vaya
-Come on
-Vaya
-A vailar
[Chorus 2x]
Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? -Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? -Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar
[Sheek]
(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Ya'll the bitch niggaz behind cars scared to death like "yo, who fighting?"
How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggaz I peel like fucked up paint jobs
Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
I like Boricuas ya know that Sheek be freaky
I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
That's what's up don't have Sheek's click clack this up
Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggaz want they cut.
[Chorus 2x]
[Big Pun]
I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
Busting out that custard cream
Piper cause I'm piped up with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
King of medallions Monty Guard
Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide
Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings
John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas,
They want to ride on my Honda scooter

You know the red one from the video
But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the
Trizzie yo!
[Chorus 2x]
[Big Pun]
Disrespect the Don word's bond I'm gonna shoot ya
We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta
Who you fucking' wit?
Bitch ass nigga you ain't running' up on shit
Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
nigga you ain't no fucking threat
You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk that block
Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man!
Big Punisher's off his rocker
What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheek's with me
Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
without some type of an injury.
[Chorus 2x]
[Sheek]
I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes?
Big dick between mine, What the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, If I shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
I don't think so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back
You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that
You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
and the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk. what!
[Chorus 2x]
"Top Of The World (Remix)"
(feat. Brandy, Fat Joe)
[Rodney]
Yo I don't think they're ready for this one
Another Darkchild remix
Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad
Come on
[Big Pun]
Hear the truth shorty
With my fruit punch and my forty

Sweeter than candy, Brandy's the only one for me
You get it up
It's only the middle of the week
But when you called Joe and Pun
You kept it real with the streets
That's the true honor
Not the jewels or Garbana
Any fool can't accomplish just a few hundred dollars
That's paper thin, I got my mamma out the apron
I'm loyal to her from eight to ten
Make way for the twin
[Fat Joe (Brandy)]
Who the twins that be making it hot
(Say what?)
Number one on you Billboard charts
Showing love to them thugs who be holding the blocks
And we be tearing up the club like the Three Six Mob
Joey Crack baby, ain't no time to react lazy
Brandy gave us a call and our track's gravy
Perhaps maybe we can ball with this
And all get rich, I ain't only talking ish!
[Brandy]
Some people say that I am not the same girl
They think that I am in my own world
What makes them think that I have changed, yeah
A little dough can not erase my problems
Me, like you, I have to try and solve them
Yes everything is quite the same
[1 - Brandy]
Sitting on top the world
Sitting on top, no that's not so
Everybody changes, let it go
Sitting on top the world
I'm just one girl trying to live my life
But someone telling me what I like
[Brandy]
Back in the days...when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
[Brandy]
I wonder why it's often said that my life's
A fairy tale and everything is so right

I wish that you could know the truth, yeah
My life is real so please don't get it twisted
Problems the same and got to be dealt with
These are the things I wish you knew, ooh yeah
[Repeat 1]
[Fat Joe]
Ever since you wanted to be down
I wanted to put you on
But you ain't come around
Had no time for the don
Sixteen on the block
The latest phenomenon
Number one with a bullett
And your own sitcom
Brandy hand me one of the platinum hits
People talk but they don't know the half of it
Well the fact this is, we're in the worst business
And anything you have you deserve it miss
[Big Pun]
Encima del mundo
Follow the squad we never segundo
Tell el mundo, telling vatos of every remover
Word chula we packing men like Lollapalooza
From here to Havana, Cuba then Puerto Rico en scooter
Getting mula
Sitting on top of the world like A Buddha
Who the first Latin to go platinum without the basura
Big Pun the caputera with cheddar
Never settle for second best cause I'm primera, which forever
[Repeat 1 till end]
"Livin' La Vida Loca (Remix)"
(feat. Ricky Martin, Fat Joe, Cuban Link)
[Big Punisher]
Yeah baby
There ain't nothing better
You know you like it like that
Check it out yo, yo
She had it goin on, red bone, fresh out of Bayamon
In the calle long, Dona Ana throwin at her corazon

I should of know she was a cachatera
Always watching novelas with her abuela
Gossiping that bonchinchera
Thought that she was better
Cause she was pure boricuan
I was New Yorican, the Bronx
Pledging my true allegiance
But now you're leaving me
See I lost out before
See you in my next life, adios mi amor
Mi amor
[Ricky]
She's into superstitions
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall
She'll make you take your clothes off
Going dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life
The girl will drive you right insane
[2 - Ricky]
Upside, inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
[Ricky]
Woke up in New York City
In a funky, cheap hotel
She took my heart and she took my money
She must have slip me a sleeping pill
She never drinks the water
Makes you order French champagne
Once you've had a taste of her
You're guaranteed to go insane
[Repeat 2 (2x)]
[Cuban Link]
Yo, yo Joe the first day I saw her face
She had me walking in space
Wanting to say something
But I was frozen, stuck in one place
I ain't fronting Seis she was more amazing in grace
The type of face you pay to say everyday upon the stage
[Fat Joe]
I met her at a rave
Back in the days
We could of got engaged
Shorty's body was tight
Have many that ask her aids
Masquerades and mardi Gras
She likes to play menage et tois
Lost it all
But that's the way the hottie was
[Repeat 2]
Oh, she'll push and pull you down
Her lips are a devil's red
(Livin' La Vida Loca)
Oh, oh yeah
Lips of devil's red
(Livin' La Vida Loca)
"Fire Water"
(feat. Fat Joe, Armageddon, Raekwon)
(That's how the east side gets down, word up!)
(4:30 in the morning, mira
you know what I mean, mira
let's get this money sorted and counted, word
know what I mean, dame te culo mami
give me my shit back, mira, hey yo
Fat Joe and them is here now, word
shine like marbles, collects diamonds
the remix, add on son
politic for the real ones...)
[Chorus-Raekwon]
We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner....
[Raekwon]
Yo, control this rap like Napoleon
Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in
Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah
Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'
929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass
Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense
Time to pull again, release the shell,well
Make 'em yell again, so sleek
But I'm a be maxin' in suites
Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps
Hittin' your chick in Jeeps
Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?
You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free
What?, you got heat, you better pop those
We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes
That rock those, much land discoveries
Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly
Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me
So dissin' me, come on now listen G,
You's a dime I'm a key
Thun, thun straight out of Sicily
Now, back to the stash crib
Joey Crack baggin' up cracks
One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!
[chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Word ...life, I'll be the infamous
Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest
Run up in your crib, blast your kids
Ain't no myth in this, shit's official
I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson
Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven
Gives me an erection
You need protection from the smooth assassin
Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas
Execution fashion
Now who's the fat one that you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you
Then I'll wack you with my snub 38
It doesn't take much to make me restless

Look at my face and definite lose your breath
truck my face is Lexus
You want to test this, so really?,
I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry
I'm very dangerous and well-connected
I puff an L with Method, then try to
Decide who's next to fill his neck slit
So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost
Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!
[chorus]
[Armageddeon]
You guys despise guys like us
Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus
You cuss and claim a bust
You lust for a part of us, you thrust
But can't touch
Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust
Put the pressure on the mic, I biz
Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back
We're having sex, tight-ass flex
Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek
Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex
My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer
Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts
I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate
All your version predicates
Done as well as you pronunciate
In the (west)?,we're gonna break you off the isle
Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender
[chorus]
[Punisher]
Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'
Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons
Divisin' ideas with masterminders
Movin' on a stash of diamonds
First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners
Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard
But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with
I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers
Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas
Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others

You's the best, yet, and still
I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch
Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test
The real scandalous
I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles
Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist
Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists
Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches....
Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond
"Classic Verses Medley: Drop It Heavy / Fantastic 4"
(feat. DJ Clue)
[Verse One -- from the Show & A.G. "Full Scale EP"]
[Verse Two -- from the DJ Clue CD "The Professional"]
[Verse One]
Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up
If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was
Official thugs in the drug profession
Drug connections, drug addictions
Still seein the judge for drug possession
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
to either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf
I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze
Don't try to breeze, or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees
Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath
You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed
Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick
Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album
I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island
You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits
How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics
I'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics
My matureness is my insurance
Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit

You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison
You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join em
I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel
I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils
Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours
Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours
[Verse Two]
Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.
Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown
Talk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip
You keep playin.. and I get furious quick
And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac(ura)
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act
My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
with the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose
"Freestyle"
(feat. Remy Martin)
[Big Pun]
Yo yo yo
What the fuck, Terror Squad
All we do is battle what; what, what what
Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler
Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer
King of the throne, bringin it home five nights
Up in The Source - five mics
Whippin a Porsche - high price
Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin
Imaginin Angie nuttin but panties and my 911
That's what I'm reppin the thug tech and the glove
Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug
It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez
Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {penis}
You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark
Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart
[Remy Martin]
Yo.. yo, yo, yo
All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Remy-nisce?
Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent?
Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit?
Is she, really the shit, is her flow really sick?
Get off my dick, keep your sorry ass compliments
I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense
Bitch don't try to play me, because you not a player
Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster
It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a hoe
Had to leave niggaz bleedin just so we could get our dough
It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason
on the Bruckner, like fuck you, gettin weeded and speedin
I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never have love for you niggaz
cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggaz
Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall
Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't really handle
I ain't havin it, get the cash out the cabinet
before I stab the bastard baby in the bassonet
I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open
Leave son chokin, gun still smokin
Know how many niggaz like, "I bet you Pun wrote it"
Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!
"Wishful Thinking"
(feat. Fat Joe, Kool G Rap, B Real)
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
[Kool G Rap] Once you rule the world every girl will want to be with you
[Big Pun] First I get the money then I get the power
[B-Real] B-Real of the hill eliminate the guitars
[Verse 1: B-Real]
Thinkin' of takin' a plane
to take a flight out to the red light
and smuggle 10 pounds of weed
make it home tonight
be the number 1 smuggler in the area
got enough weed to fill up and air craft carrier

erb slanger, Hasila Incorporated
state to state and over seas gettin' faded
Buddha king had seen the green proton
I'm bringing it on right back home to Don
many different strains of erb in my brain
I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane
skunk and the one chocolate ty bud
niggaz lets get high in the sky hit the blunts
and the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggaz don't stop
fools get sprung when they get there smoked up for crops
like gettin' props, where all the soldiers in the board
yo what would you do if the world was yours.
[Chorus]
[Kool G Rap] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
[Big Pun] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
[B-Real] First I get the money then I get the power
[Fat Joe] Joey crack twist the caps enemies I devour
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yo it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's
lying penance with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face with avengances
having blocks on in the lava parts dome
my mankind with crime is how you shine if you can't rhyme
dime droppers will give your fad time if you sleep
but momma single be mastera heater on city streets
in the east I be known as Don Cartegena
claimin' the throne like Calderon in this heroin arena
lacin' the china wit Menida
to seller need repeater or be a leader
like a preacher or presume a steeper
peep the shit that I be on, sippin' Don
until I'm drunk with a million in my trunk like Nikki Vons
come on I be the top extortionist
adopt adopted foster kids right out the motherfucking' orphanage
yea, I do it for the youth, I'm livin' proof
all my peeps in the streets know I speak the truth.
[Chorus]
[Big Pun] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
[B-Real] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
[Fat Joe] First you get the money then you get the power
[Kool G Rap] G Rap bustin' the gats slangin' last by every hour
[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
No doubt,
I be the crime story of all ghetto territories

soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory
with pharmaceutical lavatories
major to chemistry, PHD in streetology
degree in drug industry
combinin' H?O with matter from crack batter
rest it through molecules scatter
launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter
mind bitin' an arm starts a crime
G equals and MC that ain't near the square son I gets mine
but yo the kill the fill with force fields and shields
and holy steel, a nigga keep it real
you know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high for me to grab
I got to have, stack all the cabbage
from constructin' a drug traffic
police a jam me in try to find a new pot to frame me in
Aramians so I resort the evil thoughts like Damien
this flame of fury to the D-A and the jury
100 grand the judges hammer slams I'm a free man.
[Chorus]
[B-Real] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
[Fat Joe] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
[Kool G Rap] First you get the money then you get the power
[Big Pun] Big Pun's the same son bustin' my guns for the Dollars
[Verse 4: Big Pun]
Yo, I'm walkin' waters
spit fire and shit H?en-Dazs
idolize no man like Conan and stand beside the guards
be larger than life, twice as nice as your idol
pump you with pride, then guide you straight to hell like the bible
I'm lible to start manipulatin' minds infiltratin' clown
'm out the pitfalls of life entice with nickle plated nine
it seems every time I'm dream I'm in a nightmare of fiend
livin' a world of mothers and queens and men would fight fare
[Fat Joe:] Hell Yea!
I wish I could, I wish I could
never forget this whole damn world ain't shit I'm just a hood
yo I change my life make my wife and get the chance for the pain
and physical abuse, give her back her best years
grab my chest hairs, pound my fist on the hard cement
spark the scent, and cloud the sky till my heart's content
repent and vow she be forgiven
how could we be proud to live in a world
which condemns man, child, to women
child to women.
"How We Roll '98"

[dice being shook up and thrown, i.e. "Tumblin Dice"]
[Big Pun]
You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana
In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin on cham-pagna
Rollin ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us
Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green a hustler dream
Bustin out the custard cream Viper
custom piped up with the mustard seams
Clustered green Fort Knox and hard (?) medallions
Mockin God even Italians see my batallion pull out the broad
I got the +Squad+ over-qualified, pullin over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide
Sparkin lye in the clouds and reppin my housin
[Chorus: A. Rios, C. Rios, V. Rios, Veronica]
There's something I want to tell you (I want to tell you)
There's something I think your crew should know
Big Pun is the largest (so large) we straight out of the projects
That's how we roll.. (that's how we roll..)
[Big Pun]
I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat
What you broke motherfuckers know about that?
Lookin fat in Marc and Pelle leather like Fonzarelli
Sparkin Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli
On the celly blown Benz, chrome rims
Shinin like the stone gems on my gold rings
I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story
that soared me from livin poorly to a modern day Cinderfella
I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged nigga
But now I'm like Puffy cause money's thicker than blood player
I'm still a threat but now I think before I flip
Call my connects together
and figure which cleaner's the best for the hit
I get the job done, Pun's handlin business
Candlelight dinners, havin a toast with the most glamorous bitches
My road to riches was no Christmas
Now we blessed with gold Lazaruses
so expensive my whole family's religious
[Chorus]
[Big Pun]
Aiyyo I want it all you can call me greedy and superficial
long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle
Joe the God, Full Eclipse, and myself - that'll be the day
Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked Expedition
Desire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glistenin
I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna last
But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin on your ass
I'm all about cash and the power
A stash with the power that lasts like hittin ass for an hour
Let's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocks
Forget the cops, we got Deserts and glocks too
Ready to rock whoever tryin to stop our cheddar from stockin forever
[Chorus - 2X (with variations)]
[Big Pun]
Straight out the PJ's Twinz, Soundview!
Castle Hill, can't forget Bronx River
Lil Villes.. huh, the Forest Projects, Eden Wald
Bronxdale, the Bronx baby straight out the PJ's
That's where we from
"Loco Bananas"
[Hook: Tony Sunshine & Big Punisher]
Loco, loco bananas
Faces of them follow us with their cameras
Yes, we're loco (Tony), loco bananas
Our Uzi's be blasting, we're truly assassins cause we
Loco, loco bananas (You wanna go to war?)
A couple of Tony Montanas
Yes, we're loco (Sunshine), loco bananas
We're worse than one time, Big Pun and Sunshine
Shakespeare meets Leatherface
Cape Fear with a little bass
That's how it sounds when I'm in your tapes
My style in your face for real

Fresh out the gates of Hell
Welcome to the Bates Motel
The streets is real
And I'm about as real as they come
The sound of Atilla the Hun, killing every verse when I'm revealing the gun
Willing to thump with any adversary
Physically or vocabulary
Cause lyrically I'm only half as scary
Rappers fear me when they hear me coming
Cause I be really buggin'
Really clubbing them down
No time to be thuggin'
Lovin' the life
Huffin' the mic
Crushin' your wife, that's right
Cause nothin' ain't nice
Don't front with your life
Cause I'mma call your bluff
Big, tall or tough
They all fall when they brawl with us
So call in us if you need some protection
Couple crazy niggas guaranteed to leave an impression
My peeps is reppin'
Hittin' you hard with the goods
Cause that's what we do
Terror Squad for the hood
Straight out the ghetto
Keep your holster with a hammer
Cause niggas out here
Are straight locer bananers
Loco, loco bananas
I'm Coo Coo for Cocoa Puffs
From new school to older thugs
They all know Pun for shootin' dudes at all the clubs
I know it sound crazy
Even my wife won't let me 'round the baby

But what you expect from a veteran out the Boogie Down baby?
I rep' NY like a vet Jedi
But my Light Saber's not a laser
It's the Tech Semi
So hold your horses
Or I'mma have to load the four-fifth
And leave a hole in your skull bigger than the Oval Office
No remorse is felt when a loss is dealt
Just pass the heat to Cuban and keep it movin'
In a Porsche flossin' the wealth
Fuck what ya heard
Niggas done see me rap
Wild West, Faces of Death
There from TV shit
World renowned
Even my girl get down
She'd rather die with a king
And go to Hell with the crown
Like Bonnie and Clyde
Helped me down when my mommy died
But she ain't really dead
But she ain't part of my life
She crazy too
50 years old, sportin' Daisy Dukes
Sick old lady, do anything to save her youth
But where were you back then?
You said you'd be back
This is why I smoke
Where the motherfuckin' weed at?
[Tony Sunshine]
Say ma ma ma ma ma ma
If you puff that la la la la
If you love that la la la la
If you puff that la la la la
If she makes you la la la la
Loco, loco bananas

"Make The Crowd Roar"
(feat. Armageddon, Fat Joe)
[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Yo
To whom it may concern, fuck you
I tear the cushion out the turnbuckle
And pow above you on your face until it turn purple
I hurt you and make shit messy like Kevin Nash
I'm big and sexy, but I relent your ass, bitch test me
Police arrest me on a daily basis, X's on scary faces
To them we all look the same like a pair of races
Instead of races, and where the slaves?
Still searching for better days
Don't feel sorry for me, that's the little things
Don't be afraid kid I know it's hard
Just remember to roll with God
And try not to kill yourself, like Owen Hart
No disrespect I know you miss a bet
But it's just some shit I rhyme about nigga so don't flip on some wrestler shit
Cause I'm a lover and a fighter
A punisher, a rider, Big Punisher one of the last survivors
So pass the highest levels, still ignoring the humble
Won't avoid me in the jungle cause my niggas roar when they rumble
[Hook: Armageddon]
We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl
Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more
Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
They call me Joe the God
A true warrior like Owen Hart
Smash the face off your neck, rip you to broken parts
You niggas know the squad
Over-flood your whole facade
Just like a scene straight out of Noah's Ark

So who's next for the death flock
Give me your best shot
Hit you with some shit that leave your breath stopped
Respect Crack, I'm the best that done it
One of the the lest confront it
It seems like none of these wrestlers want it
I'm like Hollywood without the Hogan
I'm like Conan without the slogan
Don't make me bust you open
I'll leave you frozen from the cheek down
Hang you up beat down
Then spit in your face, how the cheeks now?
We can meet now, or save it for the full brawl
However you want, I never front, I'm all yours
And the God know the Coliseum
Watch me hop off the Mausoleum
And drop so hard, y'all can barely see him
[Hook: Armageddon]
"Sex, Money & Drugs"
(feat. Next)
[Next]
Whoahhh yes (Next)
Honey yes yes (Big Pun)
[Intro/Chorus: Big Pun and Next]

(Sex) Sex money and drugs
(Money) Where I rest it's all about whips honeys and thugs
(& Drugs) See me run with the Playboy Bunnies up in the clubs
But I only trust the homies that know me now show me love
(Sex) For my thugs what? Sex money and drugs
(Money) Where I rest it's all about whips honeys and thugs
(& Drugs) See me run with the Playboy Bunnies up in the clubs
But I only trust the homies that know me now show me love
[Big Pun]
Let's Talk About Sex, quiet as kept, we all X-rated
The flesh make it hard to resist, I can't take it
but I'm only human, on a quest to find a horny woman
Lonely enough to ball with me, Seis, Tone and Cuban
We run trains like Amtraks, orally remove your Tampax
to show you how a real man acts
I ain't embarassed, but I ain't ready for no baby carriage
Especially if the date is average and I ain't a savage
We be at it like jackrabbits, I'm a Kraftmatic
so catch your breath, if you asthmatic
let me backstab it with my magic wand, ask your moms
if Long Dong can fuck with Don Juan it's on
Got my jaw right on top of your spine, relaxin your mind
I'm top of the line so it's not gonna slime
It's not just a rhyme precious, it's my pleasure
It's just another day in the hood for me and my niggaz
My niggaz
[Chorus]
[Big Pun]
Aiyyo I want it all, you could call me greedy or superficial
Long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle
Joe the God, full eclipsin myself, that'll be the day
Start the ignition watch for the NARCs in the marked expedition
Desire efficient used the fire inside of me glistenin
and I'm infinite like math so I'm gonna last
Whatchu wanna laugh all day, bullshittin sittin on your ass
I'm all about the cash and the power, I stash with the powder
The dash like hittin ass for an hour, let's get it locked
I want a watch with baguetted rocks

Forget the cops, we got digits and Glocks too
Ready to rock, whoever tryin to stop my cheddar from stockin forever
[Chorus]
[Big Pun]
It's hard holdin on, singin the words to the same song
Remainin strong through the storm but the rain is long
The pain is gone only when I sleep
But even then when I'm in it deep I dream that I'm bein beat
I seen the beast take life and say he had a knife
The truth was, he had a wife who never even had a fight
It's paradise for some and hell for others, they tell us
they love us long as we kill our brothers and stay out the suburbs
These motherfuckers think we dumb and blind, but there come
a time in life when I gotta fight for what is mine
So I'ma shine summertime hard, feel me rhyme God
Alter your light table like a tripod, it's type hard
so you need to listen, if you puffin weed or sniffin
motherfuckers always gonna treat you different
Play your position, don't get caught up in the game
Cause snortin cocaine, is like feedin pork to the brain
Get it together
[Chorus]
"Who Is A Thug"
[Big Punisher]
Yeah.. 6430.. Ty Fyffe where you at?
Aww shit.. smooth it out
Where my chick tonight? Thug style
Knock em out Pun!
I pull your motherfuckin plug like a thug's supposed ta
Hold a loaded toast, who want the pistol smoke
cause I'll initial on my shoulder holster
You know the culture when it's East coast, we run the streets most
Who want beef? Turn your peeps into meatloaf
You know the steez, when it's murder in third degrees
We reserve the breeze, and move with the wind like birds and bees
Word to G's, Christ I'm nice, g'head roll the dice
You know the price, your kid and your crib, like I'm +Poltergeist+
I'm cold as ice, control your life with the mic
and then take your crown, break you down like liquid nitrogen
Invite your men, I strike your chin while you rappin

If you're on some thug shit, fill my clip and start clappin
Make your heart flatten, stop actin retarded
All you flea hearted villains, build your rhythm over restart it
The streets are God and heavenly, where the vinyls doubles
forty-fives and shovels ready in the five livest boroughs
[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
[Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life
I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life
[Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'ma put it on
Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone
[Big Punisher]
Yo, I'm a thug to the heart, bugged from the start ever since a child
I've been livin wild, chillin with illest crowds
Splittin thous' on my connect in the street
Twenty-percent protection, expected at the end of the week
Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest
Cause a wise man said, it was a cousin of death
If it wasn't the stress, it was one to your chest
There's many ways to die, in the slums when you stressed
But not me, Big P, cause I'm the son of the devil
Run up in your cribbo and suffocate your son with a pillow
You know I'm comin to kill you when you hear the heavy breathin
Give you a wedgie deep ?? with a butcher machete greetin
Thinkin of Madison Square, I'll battle you there
Carry you clear 'cross the planet just to challenge you here
Embarass you where it hurts, and sandwich you in a hearse
God sent you with a curse, that's why your parachute didn't work
Dead in the dirt (yup) with the bugs and the mice
That's the price, frontin like a thug for life
[Big Punisher]
Cuban Link -- you a thug like me
My nigga Funk Flex -- you a thug like me
My man Sunkiss -- you a thug like me
Crazy Roland -- you a thug like me
My niggaz RMS -- y'all thugs like me
My girl Big Lils -- you a thug like me

Yo, me and my man are plannin to handle these two broads
Thought he was Rambo a vandal his brand a Lambor' Countache
with ammo that scrambled his brains and luxury ducats
Harder with somethin hard to sharpen
in the driver's box of the glove compartment
Rotten lowdown dirty sheisty kind of conniver
Ex nine-to-fiver, ready to die as long as I'm the driver
Supplyin buyers of flyers in bundles stacked dope
Humble prices on ices twice as nice as crumbled crack coke
I hope it lasts long, word bond, I bring my brothers with me
Definitely, and start off my own thug committee
[Pun] Big Pun baby.. Big Pun baby..
[Pun] ..
Big Pun baby..

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"Capital Punishment" (1998)

"The Dream Shatterer"

But it won't matter, you dreams still gon' shatter

Shoulda drowned ya when I found ya crushin in my boy's Camaro

Come back... to, me

Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate

Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5

up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green

Bullets of breeze at light speed

Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans

They're scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust

A real man can't fall, he stands tall

C'mon now it's me baby, from the Bronx, c'mon

That we the best, what is it?

We we're like, two fuckin wild bears, just

Bitches be tryin to ride but the current be killin em

You crazy bitch, I ain't with that, I'mm hit that

like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity filling

Shootin amigos for lootin perrico pollutin our people

For the revenue we gettin you open with lyrical dope

"Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)"

My blade swung, decapitate your snake head

"The RZA" --> [GZA (cut and scratched)]

I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold

I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old

No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties

"Still Not A Player"

I wanna ghetto brunette, with unforgettable sex

"Yeeeah Baby" (2000)

Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz

Money, not you again

[Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link]

[MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)

Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes

My dick my dick my dick

Get rid of your crew, what I'm fittin to do

Get smacked silly, for coming out your mug

Y'all got some trife wives

Oh I'm sorry pa-pa, was you the da-da?

ay que sera! what can i do but take you to strive

Gave me love since day one..

[Intro: Big Pun]

Niggaz goin triple.. five.. ten platinum

I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives

Make your body fold back

"Endangered Species" (2001)

"You Ain't A Killer"

[Pun] And it's

go and get it set it baby and I'm gonna bury you

We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream

I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat

"Off The Books"

Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show

Catch me in spots yall niggas never be

Baby girl can we fuck

Listen to bob marley, you funny niggas like steve harvey

you get life for three in a row

I just killed a man..

Make way for krill, I don't play I spray for real

Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna

And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down

If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin the weave