"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!
[MOP] Form the alliance
[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
[MOP] Form the alliance
[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!
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)
My dick my dick my dick
Get off my dick.. my dick my dick my dick
Get offff myyy 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!

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%"
(feat. Tony Sunshine)

[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"
(feat. Tony Sunshine)

[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

[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]

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 you forget about me now
Don't [4x] naw
Nah Nah Nah Nah....
Nah Nah Nah Nah....
Nah Nah Nah Nah.....Nah Nah Nah Nah
[repeat 2x]

[Tony Sunshine]
Don't you forget about me now
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]

"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