Artist: Big Punisher, Eightball, Fat Joe
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah (y'all niggaz is crazy)
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Don Carta' bomb harder (we makin a BOMB mayne)
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Terror Squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, Terror Squad)
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Don Carta' bomb harder (Suave House) what the fuck?
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Violator, Violator! Yeah, uhh, yo..
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No heart, that's why them other niggaz foul
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Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the A.T.L.
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At 12 up in the Gentelman's Club
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where you ain't fuckin nothin less you givin up dubs
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Feelin the love, from tha killers and thugs
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Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt
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Not givin a fuck, that's the life I live
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Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids
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I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her
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16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm still wit her
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For real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me
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My squad be bringin more "Havoc" than "Prodigy"
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Ain't no stoppin me, I got killers that'll pop for me
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Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli
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With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property
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Cop a seat and watch the Terror Squad prophecy
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Chorus: Eightball, Big Punisher
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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[8]Make no mistakes
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Thirty six O's is my favorite kind of cake
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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We runnin from jail
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Stackin that mail, tippin the scale
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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[Pun]Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
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I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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We three guys, that don't play those games
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You got beef with us, nigga say our names
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
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I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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We three guys, that don't play those games
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You got beef with us, nigga say our names
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[Eightball]
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Yeah, yeah
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Take it to the next level, Joe, Crack and Big Ball
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Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all
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All been warned, this heavyweight combination
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Connected in the disclosed location
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So niggaz won't be runnin up and make me have to slug at, above that
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part of yo' body where your bulletproof hug at
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Rugrat, you better find some mo' kids to play with
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Three titanic niggaz, we ain't got to say shit
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Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit
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Them niggaz wit me that don't rap, them the one's that spray shit
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Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top
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Drip drip, goes a nigga blood, til his heart stop
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Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes
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Hard lines from my mind took Eightball big time
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with Fat Joe and Big Pun
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I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want NONE
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Chorus: Big Punisher
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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[Pun]Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
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I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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We three guys, that don't play those games
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You got beef with us, nigga say our names
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
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I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
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(This is for the heavyweights)
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We three guys, that don't play those games
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You got beef with us, nigga say our names
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(This is for the heavyweights..)
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[Big Pun]
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Yo, aiyyo fuck you! Fuck your whole crew for breathin
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Fuck your mother, your father, your kids - for no reason
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I don't give a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth
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It's one planet and I'm the fattest motherfucker in the universe
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You worse than a motherfuckin snake in the grass
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Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ??, shake and you crash
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You pay for yo' acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo' past
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Hope you get raped in yo' ass while you, takin a bath
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UP NORTH - you wouldn't last a day and a half
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I'll bet my weight and my stack, a razor will slash, yo' face and yo' ass
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Before you can say, "Take me at last, I'm ready for death"
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Now you just heavnely strapped
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A cherry with lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist..
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.. you motherfuckers ready for this?
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Grab your crucifix, tell god I'm coming for your juicy lips
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You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in yo crib with the ruthlessness
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| Bruising shit enough to hurt and pain I'll bring |
