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yo, wanna rumble with pun hah?
sh-t 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 n-gg-z cribs like i paid the bill
make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
i lace your grill with the fire starter
hit your wife with the sawed-off 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 odyssey type, qualities allow me to poli’ with animals

n-gg-z is cannibals and the ghetto’s a jungle
where you either bet all your bundles
or struggle on the simple and humble
my n-gg-z’ll rumble with any man for a benny fran
try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand

n-gg-z’ll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
and pound out we jettin’ to the ground uptown
up in the boogie down, b-tches 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 h-ll first

mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
i’m selling perico
yo, what’s the dilly yo?
i’m uptown making moves just like castro

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 f-cked 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 cemetery
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

mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
i’m selling perico
yo what’s the dilly yo?
i’m uptown making moves just like castro

- big punisher

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