Hey, yo, its all love, but loves got a thin line
And Puns got a big nine, respect crime but not when it reflect mine
The shit Im on is wrong but it lasts long
Pull a fast one, then Punll wake up with the stash gone
Im mad strong and my cream is fast
Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass
And a taste legit, I dont 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
Its all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair
Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run
Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl
Im the mighty Thor, clotheslining motherfckers like Steven Segall
Cause all you gonna get is your ass kicked or up in a casket
Thats it, thats it
Thats it?
Punisher bash it, at last its rappers that really blast shit
Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate
Up in Jimmys Cafe havin caviar
Crackin Cristal at the bar smokin cigars, livin large
We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin jobs for bills
Im hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill
I like to chill, spark an L and get high
Im one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly
Whattup Duke-o? You know, politickin papi chuco
Im out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though
Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit, yo
Swervin like a AKA in Beirut, yo
Squeezin out of automatic M3s
And please, you aint seen no thugs like these
I can tell you lots of things thatll make you believe
In Corona, yo, its better to take than to receive
Your careers on life support and Ima pull the plug
And have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug
In they blood, no escapin this
Niggaz is goin over their favorite shit to be tapin this
For what?
World premier, loud and clear
Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
Disappear, jump in the Cavalier
Feelin marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles
For pleasure bring your territory sever
Keep my workers under pressure, got em sayin, fck lester
But thats aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold
Dont give a fck where you been, what you done
Where you go, you know, peep this favorite
In black shades like a secret agent
Were night thieves, roll up on you sleeves
We light trees, bust these and stack cheese
Makin mad money off the books this year, aint nothin
But crooks in here
Gettin mad money off the books this year
Makin mad money off the books this year, aint nothin
But crooks in here
Gettin mad money off the books this year
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
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