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[Featuring Wyclef Jean]
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[Wyclef] Warning!
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[Big Pun]
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Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah?
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*loud farting noise* Shit on the whole industry
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Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
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Who the only one with over a thousand guns?
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Runnin up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill
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Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
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I lace your grill with the firestarter
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Hit your wife with the ? from the ?shower powers I devour?
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I'm all about the fundamentals, like Pun and pencil
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A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
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My mental's compatible with the radicals
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My oddessey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals
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Niggaz is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle
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where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and
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humble
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My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
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Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand
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Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
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and pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown
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up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green
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Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring
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For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies
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used to call me Punny cause my fam was always hungry
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But now we rollin lovely, and you feel worse, want my money
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Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first
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Chorus: Wyclef and Pun
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*Wyclef sings something*
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[Pun] I'm selling perrico
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[Clef] Yo what's the deally yo?
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[Pun] I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
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(repeat all 2X)
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[Wyclef Jean]
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Yo, yo, yo keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action
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The battle's on, where I roam in composition
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A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if I break
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like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
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It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
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And if I get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina
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Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
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In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober
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Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling
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I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
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Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
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I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy
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Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary
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This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetary
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Bodies, from World War I and II is there
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You don't want a third war, that's nuclear warfare
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So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast
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Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a laundromat
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Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
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Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack
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Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat
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Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess
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Tec for Tec, or we can go text for text, oh
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I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest - blaow
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Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
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So when the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide
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Suicide it's a suicide...
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Chorus (fades out)
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Carribean Connection
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Big Punisher |