-Vaya

-Come on

-Vaya

-A vailar



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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



[Sheik]

(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 Sheik 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 Sheik'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.



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[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

Like the Wu do in Shaolin

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!



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[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, Sheik's with me

Thought you cats were gonna creep on me

without some type of an injury.



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[Sheik]

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!



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