Where You At?

[Verse 1: Big Pun] Ayo, it's finally done, the two nicest niggas unite as one Collide the sun with the moon, boom, I leave you brighted from My full clips, 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 moon and curl the planets I'm pan-Atlantic with lyrics spannin for galaxies Battle me, mathematically, I'm giving your wisdom a cavity Rapidly flowing, controlling the time Flip over the line, I'm blowing your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme I'm Hogan in his prime, so 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' Kicking 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 through ebonics I verbally vomit on all those niggas 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 [Hook: Big Pun & Milano] If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?) Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?) If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?) I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?) If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?) Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?) If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?) I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?) [Verse 2: Big L] Check it, my whole crew holdin We all got rides wit extra features It's a bunch of ya'll, one got dough, the rest is leeches You probably mad cuz I be sexin divas I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers I'm on some cool out shit, but I will pull this tool out quick And put some holes in your new outfit You frontin hard cuz you whip a Range But it's a 4.0, you nerd nigga, you heard Jigga now get your change You ain't a willy you a small soldier Give it up son it's all over And you never sold a, pound of cane You a clown wit fame, goin down the drain All yo' shit sound the same I'mma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow L got a hot flow that rap coppo I'm Uptown's smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless Sayin I'm wack, you niggas sound foolish Niggas hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle Cuz what they sell, I'mma sell double You wanna see rocks, then look at L's wrist If you see me in the club drinkin Mo' that means they don't sell Cris, what!