Boomerang

[Verse 1: Big Pun] Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht Something for the cops, to keep 'em blind So we can grind with peace of mind Turn the key and shine without being dimed Time to expand — New York to Chicago, Colorado You know my motto: Clock G's and rock keys like Drago Pablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon We're buying out the bar and Don Juan and every woman's Chandonin' Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction Up and down with the tongue twister C'mon on, sister! Big Pun's Mr. "Cock and Squeeze" like a gun tester Crushing sisters' backs with the demon snap Hit you from the back, close your eyes, relax, let me feed the cat Living phat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing I started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money I called my son, he told me, "Chill!," he'd be over in twenty "Punny, what's the deal?", "Niggas wanna kill me" He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train It's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping Locked the clip in, started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down I lost it all for now, but it'll take more to hold me down ("Top of the world, ma! Haha! Top of the world!") [Chorus: Armageddon] Yo, this is the bad time, Boomerang! Bring it all back Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game of Death glasses Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin [Verse 2: Big Pun] Now, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all, or call it quits? Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter – shit Wish I could slip back and switch the memories Lift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies Live like the Kennedy's — above the law Fuck 'em all! I'm coming for the rich, thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor I seen it all like I said before The streets are for men at war, and the beasts are the predators I'd share it all first and be the primary source Of course, I'd bury any adversaries tryna floss Just because the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce Teeing off like we up North, just for being soft A beaten horse like a slave, getting minimum wage Filling the gauge, front page, these are the last days! Cash pays and rules — the root of all evil Shooting amigos for loot, and perico polluting our people Moving kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto I ain't judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels? The Devil's got us by the balls That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood, knowing we gonna buy it all It's time to call a world order, where every girl's your daughter And priceless as Isis and pearls fresh out the water I'm gonna get mine, either from crime or through the Bible Whichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal [Chorus: Armageddon] This is the bad time Boomerang! Bring it all back Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game Of Death glasses Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin