(You better watch your step...)
Hey yo it's all love, bug loves got a thin line, Big Pun's got a big nine, respect crime, but not when it reflect mine. The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long, Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up, with the stash gone. I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast, smoke the greenest grass, my bitch's got the meanest ass and a taste legit, I don't 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, it's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair. Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run, like spelling murder reverse, then deliver redrum. Come one, come all if you wanna braw, I'm the mighty dawg clotheslining motherfuckers like Stephen Segal. Cuz all your gonna get is your ass kicked up in a casket, that's it. (that's it?) That's it.
Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit, Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate. Eating up at JImmy's cafe, having cavier, cracking Crystal at the bar, smoking ciagrs, living large. We rob and steal, work with the mob, doing jobs for bills, I'm hard to kill, for real nigga gaurd your grill. I like to chill, spark an L and get high, I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly.
What up Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco, Im out in here watching for Jake, getting this loot though, don't shoot bro, I got a water proof suit yo, swerving like an AKA in Beirut yo. Squeezing out of automatic M3's and please you ain't seen no thugs like these. I can tell you lots of things that will make you believe, Like in Corona yo it's better to take than to receive.
Your careers on life support, and I'm going to pull the plug, and have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug in they blood No escapin this, Niggers is going over thier favorite shit (for what) to be tapin this. World premiere, loud and clear, Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show dissapear, jump in the Cavalier, feeling marvelous, street pharmacist, twistopolis. For pleasure, bring your terroritories sever keep my workers under pressure got em sayin "fuck lester". But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold don't give a fuck where you been what you done where you go, you know, peep this favorite in black shades like a secret agent. We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves we light trees, bust these and stack cheese.
It's off the hook this year, gettin mad money off the books this year. Ain't nothing but crooks in here getting mad money off the books this year.
