Rudeboy Salute

[Chorus: Buju Banton] Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Terror Squad leader, come down [Verse 1: Fat Joe] When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin' a sentence Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants Know your legends, Fat Joe, Soul blowin' up sessions Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection Can't tell me shit about murder and movin' weight I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate It's proven today, Armageddon's comin' sooner than late We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates 50 niggas of terror, rockin' 560 leathers Some of us are dyin' to gain but the name lives forever Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest When I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test So apply the pressure like I used to do but Crack never left I traded in my double breasted for a MAC and a vest, what the fuck? [Chorus: Buju Banton] Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun [Verse 2: Buju Banton] Tonight is a whole lot of fun, tell them, icin' this From the heart of Kingston to the ice of Alaska Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta, I am di original, fuck di impostor Determined to make it with or without ya No borders, no boundaries I've got to take care of my enemies Don't you oppress, alleviate stress Disrespect [Incomprehensible] wreckless Artillery strapped over my chest Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left Skip and dive, duck like The Matrix From the day I've been born I have been a target Get, get, whenever, whoever disrespect Buju Banton Never, Lord, [Incomprehensible] clever Wanted, make di front page of di [Incomprehensible] Terror Squad crew, you're takin' over, over, over, over, hear dis [Chorus: Buju Banton] Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun [Verse 3: Big Pun] Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat Why she livin' fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya heard? 'Cause where we at, it's either live or die I seen a nigga sky high from blye 'cause he thought the shit was fly I let you ride if you bustin', I let you die if you bluffin' 'Cause to die is the whole price of nothin' You fuckin' with all brothers and Bronx bombers Who want dramas, word to my dead and gone mama Let me find the next motherfucker Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don Carta And I'ma have to jig a nigga like Shawn Carter What's wrong, partner? Punisher peel your banana, see you mañana Leave your mama covered with a white cama That's right, I'ma be there with my guns Blowin' the spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues 'Cause where I'm from, we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York [Chorus: Buju Banton] Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton Tell them, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun [Outro: Fat Joe & Buju Banton] Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton Tell them, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta Fat Joe, Terror Squad massive What, what? Murderous, what?