(Noreaga)
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Big Pun
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In honor, in honor
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Yeah
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I got love, a tatoo dont make a thug
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Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra
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I know you love it when I rhyme proper
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Man I'm still T-H-U-G-G-E-D-O-U-T
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Iraq to QB
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Mobb Deep in Jersey and they swerve to me
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Stay thirsty, thats what my nigga Pun told me
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First it was Christopher Wallace now Christopher Rios
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Me and Pun drunk, and smoked out
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I used to go to his crib and visit his kids
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He used to make his daughter and his son box
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Yo I love them kids, they love they pops
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Yo Pun, pick me up, come to Queens with us
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You know you came up, what what makin it happen
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>From rappin on the corner and now you goin platinum
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At the video, for Banned From TV
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Pun came through, in the Benz with the TV
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A ounce of weed and gun deep
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Pun stayed real, yo I love that nigga
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Cause he worked hard for it
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I burst shit for him
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(chorus)
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I aint never gonna love again
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Life is taken once its given
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It's not easy to pretend
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What love has put me through
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All my people dyin and I'm askin why
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Sometimes I don't feel like livin
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It's not easy to pretend
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I don't know what to do
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(Noreaga)
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Why the good gotta die so young
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Foul niggas live a long life, I cried all night
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I can't control myself
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But you gotta stay strong thats what I told myself
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We did ah, I did his album and he did mine
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We did a Funk Flex joint, Pete Rock joint
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DJ Clue joint, even Royal Flush joint
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And a hundred other records, you get the point
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I used to hang with him
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You know I bang bang with him
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And when I ran Triz you know I always came with him
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I called Angie but was cryin on the phone
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I was cryin in my home, freakin cried in the phone
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You see I, knew Big had love for Pac
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Even Freaky Tah and Scott LaRoss
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But regardless, Pun my man, rich or not
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I know he in heaven, yo he chillin with my pops
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Tell my pops how I'm doin, I ain't sellin drugs
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Tell my pops that I'm rappin, and still with the thugs
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While you tellin him things, tell him the facts
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Tell him how we put Boricua back on the map
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(chorus)
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(Noreaga)
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Yo he fill a mack but his man is gone
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He wanna form a new army, but his man is gone
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Yo this probably hittin me hard
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Threw my guns in the clouds and buck at God
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Condolences to his family and the Terror Squad
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N.O.R.E., P.U.N., see you then, again
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Ma, I just lost my friend
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I can't answer the phone I just lost my friend
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It's mourning now, from night to morning now
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Then all the shows and performing now
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PUN, my nigga Pun was always funny speakin
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Pun loved me, and loved that I was Puerto Rican
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(chorus)
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(Noreaga talking)
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You my fuckin thug, my nigga and all that
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You know?
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That's my motherfucking heart right there
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I feel like I knew that nigga my whole life
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That's really my nigga
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And I'm mourning with you
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The whole Terror Squad
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I'm here with y'all niggas man
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His wife, his kids, I'm here with yall, yo
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I feel the same way y'all feel
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But I'm here with y'all
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I love that man, yo
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He was a good man
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Man it's crazy
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Sometimes I wonder if there is a God
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Why would he take the wrong ones?
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I wonder that shit all the time
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Yeah, I wonder that shit all the time
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Don't Know What to Do
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Noreaga |