Artist: Big Punisher, Sheik
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-Vaya
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-Come on
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-Vaya
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-A vailar
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Chorus 2x:
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Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -Ahh
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Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -Ahh
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Where're my niggers living better?
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We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar.
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Sheik:
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(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
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We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack
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Grab the guns and start lighting
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Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like "yo, who fighting?"
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How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
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Ya'll are made of shit I? the thug's ingredients
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And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint jobs
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Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
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Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
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Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
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Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
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Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
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And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
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And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
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My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
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I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
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I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
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Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
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That's what's up don't have Sheik's click clack this up
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Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
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You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut.
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Chorus 2x
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Big Pun:
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I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
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In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
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Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
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A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
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I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
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Busting out that custard cream
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Piper cause I? piped up with the mustard team
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Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
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King of medallions Monty Guard
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Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
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I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani
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Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide
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Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings
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Like the Wu do in Shaolin
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John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas,
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They want to ride on my Honda scooter
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You know the red one from the video
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But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the
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Trizzie yo!
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Chorus 2x
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Big Pun:
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Disrespect the Don word's bond I? gonna shoot ya
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We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta
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Who you fucking' wit?
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Bitch ass nigger you ain't running' up on shit
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Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
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Nigger you ain? no fucking threat
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You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk that block
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Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man! Big Punisher's off his rocker
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What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
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Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
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without some type of an injury.
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Chorus 2x
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Sheik:
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I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes?
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Big dick between mine, What the fuck between your thighs?
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Pussy, If I shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
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I don't think so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back
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You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that
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You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
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And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
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and the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk. what!
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Chorus 2x
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Pina Colada
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| Big Punisher |
