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Big Pun lyrics Classic Verses (Drop it Heavy and Fantastic 4) lyrics [Verse One] Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad But Iīm God-retarded, ainīt no righteousness in this heart of violence Hard as diamond but Iīm in the ruff, listen up If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet itīs in the cuffs Ainīt no snitch in us, bitch in us Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was Official thugs in the drug profession Drug connections, drug addictions Still seein the judge for drug possession The four-Dīs, all these is more reasī to either get big, or leave and let live We the best there is T.S., ainīt nobody else We probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf Iīm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze Donīt try to breeze, or Iīma squeeze and blast the back of your knees Just pass the cheese, please donīt test the toaster My techīll roast ya body faster than Ferrariīs Testarossa Youīre gettin closer to death, Reaperīs got a hold on your breath You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick Now whatīs the problem, you ainīt nuttin like you said on your album I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island You wasīt violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics Iīm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics My matureness is my insurance Kill my appearance, Iīm a shinin spirit You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison You gotta cheer it, you canīt win you better join em Iīm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel Iīm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours Warlords, callin The Giant, itīs all yours [Verse Two] Fuck all yīall non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S. Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus Niggas is 85%, Iīm 400 solid Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown Talk of the town, soakin you down wit toast ītil you drown Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force thatīll open the ground Save the jokes for the clowns, Iīm on the serious tip You keep playin.. and I get furious quick And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac[ura] Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack Itīs like that, but donīt think I wonīt counter act My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back Iīm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu with the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose Other Big Pun lyrics: Beware lyrics Boomerang lyrics Capital Punishment lyrics Carribean Connection lyrics Fast Money lyrics Glamour Life lyrics Iīm Not A Player lyrics Parental Discretion lyrics Punish Me lyrics Still Not A Player lyrics The Dream Shatterer lyrics Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy) lyrics Twinz (Deep Cover ī98) lyrics Uncensored lyrics You Ainīt A Killer lyrics You Came Up lyrics Brave in the Heart lyrics Freestyle With Remy Martin lyrics How We Roll lyrics How We Roll ī98 lyrics Mamma lyrics My World lyrics Who is a Thug lyrics 100% lyrics Itīs So Hard lyrics Laughing At You lyrics Leather Face lyrics Ms. Martin lyrics My Dick lyrics My Turn lyrics Nigga Shit lyrics Off Wit His Head lyrics Watch Those lyrics |