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Big Pun lyrics Ms. Martin lyrics Intro: Big Pun Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool em Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a manīs job, nawmean? In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man Yīall 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 donīt know how to act, cuz thatīs 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 Iīm 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, Iīma destroy her fetus Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys canīt beat us Straight strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding Remi donīt write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon Itīs Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin While fraud broads donīt 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 Yīall donīt 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, yīall canīt stop me Come through in a jail suit, and a new B from Broccoliīs Doin it, If Iīm havin a good time and you ruin it I seen a nice casket thatīll 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, yīall useless Cuz Iīm 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 Iīm 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 whatīs mine And all I gotta do is send a little letter to Rah Heīll send the troops out My brother donīt hesitate to pull a tool out And Iīm 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 Yīall rock rocks, we bling bling boulders nigga Look over your shoulder Iīm in the Rover, itīs over nigga Inhale, cock back and bust, just because I know none of yīall busters is touchin us I got the thoroughest thugs and, baby reminisces That donīt 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 yīall canīt seem to fuck wit My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin mustard No fair, cuz I donīt 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 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 Classic Verses (Drop it Heavy and Fantastic 4) 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 My Dick lyrics My Turn lyrics Nigga Shit lyrics Off Wit His Head lyrics Watch Those lyrics |