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Big Pun lyrics My World lyrics Uhh.. yes yīall baby Yeah, yeah, work it out Work it out dawg, work it out now Uhh.. yīall motherfuckers, big dawgs in the house what? Terror Squad what? Terror Squad what? I ainīt a rapper.. I just bust a lot, off the top What, yo, yo [Big Pun] The penalty is death, especially when Iīm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me ītil I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle Slap a coffin on the saddle and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ainīt sayin nuttin If ainīt blazin somethin with the mac Iīm in the shack bakin muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toastīll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke, ainīt no more debatin; my Squad been waitin for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin An orgi-nation of veterans built with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills Invest in the real, donīt get left in the hills My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills We blessed with the will to never surrender cause my every agendaīs in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja [Chorus] Itīs my world girl, either love it or leave If you was my girl, youīd be thuggin the weave Suckin the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue Baby donīt stop, thatīs how you bring it to Pun If this is my world, Iīd be Tony the man Call me The Godfather, controllin the famī Runnin the whole coast, Iīd be a mafia king Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings [Big Pun] Stupid.. gimme yours You be lookin bunny rabbit Give your pants bunny rabbits, what you know about that? I ainīt about to pop you stupid Fuck the small talk, niggaz know Pun keep the foī cocked Donīt walk too fast, might pass through the wrong block Donīt stop, keep it movin, the streetsīll ruin the average man, faster than, the motherfuckin teamsters union We doin dirt cause we gotta, five dolla a hour Three kids and my motherfuckin big mamma My sig sauer got different plans God knows Iīm just a man So hide your wrist if itīs glistenin Listen man, we just niggaz tryin to work it out Listen friend, strictly biz itīs nothin perso-nal We thirsty now and I ainīt drinkin out of plastic cups Platinum plus (thorough) crystal glasses with the fancy cuts Fancy us, livin life lavish Drippin ice cabbage, livin in the six, with some white bad bitch Tight package I gotta pass Iīm from the ghetto nigga, I like a lot of ass [Chorus] [Big Pun] Word life T. Squad holdin it down, yīknahmean? Gettin this money.. by any means baby Let me get the fuck up outta here, īfore I break somethin 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 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 |