Where Ya At (Remix)

[Intro: DJ Premier scratches] "Where ya at?" "Where–" "Where–" "Where ya at?" "Who dat?" ("D.I.T.C.") "Where ya at?" "Where–" "Where–" "Where–" "Where ya at?" "Where ya at?" "Where–" "Where–" "Where ya at?" "Who dat?" ("D.I.T.C.") "Where–" "Where–" "Where ya at?" [Verse 1: Big Punisher] Aiyyo, it's finally done, the two nicest niggas unite as one Collide the sun with the moon — BOOM! I leave you blinded from My full eclipse, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit Crucifix myself to the Sun, now who you with? Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic I ram a lightning bolt between the Earth and the Moon and curl the planets I'm pan-Atlantic with lyrics spannin' for galaxies Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin' your wisdom a cavity Rapidly flowin', controllin' the time Flip over the line, I'm blowin' your mind with just a flow and a rhyme I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass It's satisfaction guaranteed, with Fiction like Quentin Tarantin' Kickin' your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen I have to be perfectly honest We should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics I verbally vomit on novice niggas that try to get us with garbage lyrics My style delivers outside the Outer Limits I'm like the pyramids, 'cause every point is precise Now you know me for life, Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice [Chorus: Big Pun, (Milano)] If I ain't home wit' my fam (Where you at!?) Stash crib, cuttin' grams (Where you at!?) I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', hold that! If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at!?) I'm in the jeep wit' the stash (Where you at!?) I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', baby! [Verse 2: Milano] Yo, I camel-clutch mics; (*achoo*) Gesundheit Guess I'm allergic when shit ain't done right You spread disease while the vaccine is what I write Couldn't avoid this, sit tight All aboard ship, on my voy-age Purple Explorers, seven warriors My aura – Matata You taught em and bored 'em, Milan bring more than offer High exalted, boned a Lazarus sculpture You penny-weight style While my piece alone around three pounds I had to serve nerds, and throw it down, stuck for a reason Laid up a whole season, pen and pad style Honeymooners like Jack Gleason Blessin' the whole reason Until my niggas maxed out, hold the axe out Whoever front, saw the procedure All you thugs now wit' misdemeanors I seen y'all in clubs, poppin' Zima Fake minks wit' 90% percent of it beaver Thought y'all was killin' 'em? I play the back wit' two dime Brazilians Cognac and ice buckets, puttin' a slight chill to them Rock platinu,m like I sold a million Trapped on my island, like Gilligan Really, Manhattan niggas here, you gotta feel 'em It ain't hard, sent to Parkwest Hall Straight up the Malcom Boulevard Wit' no bars, I write scriptures Me on beats is a fatal attraction when I give you the business Caught a throat virus for spittin' sick shit Got niggas wildin', like "Who is this?" On this '99 classical edition [Chorus: Big Pun & (Milano)] If I ain't home wit' my fam (Where you at!?) Stash crib, cuttin' grams (Where you at!?) I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', hold that! If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at!?) I'm in the jeep wit' the stash (Where you at!?) I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', baby! [Outro: DJ Premier scratches] "Where ya at?" "Where–" "Where–" "Where ya at?" "Who dat?" ("D.I.T.C.") "Where ya at?" "Where–" "Where–" "Where–" "Where ya at?" "Where ya at?" "Where–" "Where–" "Where ya at?" "Who dat?" ("D.I.T.C.") "Where–" "Where–" "Where ya at?"