[Verse 1: Reef Hustle]
When there's beef – whoo!
I come through with the crazy troops
Rip up your fucking legs, turn them jeans to Daisy Dukes
Spray your trucks, spray your coupes, spray your Kawasaki bikes
Starting hockey fights – Tyson lefts, Rocky rights
Your mom's a cocky dyke, your father dress in drag
Stick out his chest and brag how he molest a fag
Like father like son
Bet you rock Victoria Sec's,
Sit on the toilet to leak and take it raw up your cheeks
Tonight I might just take a buddha spot
Dread better take me to the pot
Ain't no killer, I just shoot a lot
I ain't no boxer, I just punch a lot
Jabbing niggas in they belly's, got them spitting up they lunch a lot
Fuck a Merry Christmas – yo, that's the terror date
My father was murdered that night, so I don't celebrate
If Santa hit my chimney with them bozo clothes
I'ma make the .44 blow
Fill his fat ass full of holes, holes, holes
[Hook: Big Pun]
Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K?
You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay
Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day
But only one of us is leaving alive – okay?
Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K?
You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay
Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day
But only one of us is leaving alive – okay?
[Verse 2: Big Pun]
Who wanna wrestle Chris, A.K.A. Pun the exorcist?
Your neck can twist like an owl when I piledrive, its effortless
Who next to get suplexed off the roof ledge?
20 feet in the ground, pass the blueprints
Life's long
But cut it off short, trying to fight strong
You soft, think you can handle the force of the 24 inch pythons?
Strike one – I cut out your eyes and leave you Ray Charles
Strike two – you outta here, nigga, this ain't baseball, it's hardcore
For my street-rappin' outlaws
Quick to clap something, or rather go out with a South Force
South Bronx niggas got it, Tone
I shoved the shotty chrome up a nigga ass, like a motherfuckin' maricón, 'Cause daddy's home, kids – don't make me lie to you
'Cause everybody can die right now, Mommy too
[Hook: Big Pun]
Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K?
You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay
Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day
But only one of us is leaving alive – okay?
Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K?
You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay
Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day
But only one of us is leaving alive – okay?
[Verse 3: Sunkiss]
Aiyyo, I respect hoes who scam food stamps, WICs, and shit
Also work a nine-to-five, driving whips and shit
Gassing niggas for their chips and shit
Shingin' hella laptops and getting over on the fencin' shit
You might think I be promoting this songs here for the selling
How we live – some work, some are career felons
We laugh at high-saddity hoes and niggas gellin'
Not conceited, but I'll shing enough ice to reduce the swelling
When my money's involved – yo, anybody's for the snaking
Some niggas who may think is your fams, the ones thats faking
Lemme find out, daddy's stealin' my bacon
You see me pull a 9 and start poppin', like I'm Turbo from Breakin'
I had that cat folding, rolling aces, no faking
Carcass – dump him in the furnace in the basement with no traces
I'ma hit 'em first, then pay off a witness, to spit a verse
To get rid of his dental work
And ya'll niggas think it won't work?
Well I'ma make ya'll believers
'Cause I'll be damned money's comin' up short like the Keeblers
I'll make ya feed ya need some breathers
See Sharief with the heaters
Six in your piece, leave the shells by your toes like Adidas
This nigga here is off the meters
Lyrical Glocks, gunnin' 'em down
Too many Big and Pac's running around
It's just me and the 400 pound
Sunkiss with original sounds
Repping the Bronx – huh, you know we mean now
[Hook: Big Pun]
Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K?
You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay
Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day
But only one of us is leaving alive – okay?
Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K?
You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay
Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day
But only one of us is leaving alive – okay?
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