[ Featuring Wyclef Jean ]
Warning
Yo, wanna rumble with the Pun, huh?
Shit on the whole industry
Yo, who puff more L' than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
Who the only one with over a thousand guns?
Runnin' up in niggas cribs like I paid the bill
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace your grill with the fire starter (fire starter)
Hit your wife with the sawed off in the shower, power-drive ya daughter
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
Niggas is cannibals (cannibals) and the ghetto's a jungle
Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle to live civil and humble
My niggas'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can fathom for twenty grand
Niggas'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
We pound out weak shit into the ground uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, we just wallow in jean, 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
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
I'm sellin' perrico
Yo what's the deally, yo?
I'm uptown makin' moves just like Castro
Mucho trabajo (yo, yo, yo) poquito dinero
I'm sellin' perrico
Yo what's the deally, yo?
I'm uptown makin' moves just like Castro (yo, yo)
Yo, keep the lights (lights), keep the camera (keep it, keep it)
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 Gatlin'
I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan (uh huh)
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
I turn Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood topsy turvy
Foes and enemies meanin' 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
You're hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack (smokin' crack)
Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat
Run out of the buildin' 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 sellin' perrico
Yo what's the deally yo?
I'm uptown makin' moves just like Castro
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
I'm sellin' perrico
Yo what's the deally yo?
I'm uptown makin' moves just like Castro
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero
