[Big Pun]
 Yo  Terror Squad  Pete Rock collabo'
 From git go  yo yo

 Aiyyo it's such a shame
 all these dick riders tryin to corrupt the game
 But what it bring  nuttin but pain
 and one in your fuckin brain
 Ain't nuttin changed since the album I'm still whylin
 I'm still violent I've been waitin for this moment
 like Phil Collins  for all my life I've been trifer than trifer
 Hyper than hype, when fightin to fight
 It's like, tonight is the night
 And I ain't even tryin to let a nigga slide
 I've been dyin to get a gat
 I dared to try now prepare to die
 I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any
 soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
 I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact
 Fully backed by bullies who be peelin caps
 I sack the rapper like li-nebacker, play my rhyme backwards
 you can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
 Things get drastic, Express for my plastic
 I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick

 Chorus: Pete Rock

 Grab ahold cause you never heard a
 verbal murder like this
 Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
 Every cat wanna be enormous
 Plottin on the next one
 Murder one (repeat 2X)

 [Noreaga]
 Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like The Color Purple
 My niggaz comin through and still hurt you
 Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs
 We hit Fifth Ave, while y'all still hit Stern's
 Don't really care bout y'all, really hear bout y'all
 Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut
 let the phone ring, Pete Rock connect team
 From M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thuggin it
 Snatchin niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin it
 Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot
 Yo it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit
 Yo so bust what happen, remember the unknown's a clap-man
 Cat stackin, move out the hood that's in Manhattan
 Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded
 Yo the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
 Yo I heard son, son is rockin iceberg Dunn
 Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would
 Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man golden
 Yo the Senator, crime sinister, John Dillinger
 Better respect my words or I'm the minister
 What??

 "Verbally I catch bodies"
 "Let's seperate the men from the boys" -> Guru
 "Verbal attack" -> Cappadon
 "Big Pun" -> Punisher, "Noreaga" -> Nore, "Pete Rock"
 "Common s-s-s-sSense" -> Com

 [Common]
 Yo, we just begun the story, Com Pun and Nore
 Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me
 I'm after the day of judgment I'm still before the
 jury, explainin why I was in a gun orgy
 He was FUCKIN wit me, I ain't no duckin emcee
 With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me
 This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
 My Appetite for Destruction is finnicky
 He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
 Rocked Adidas but he had no stripes
 I could tell in high school that he had no fights
 Hold dick better than he hold mics, he spiked his punchlines
 with current events, called for backup
 like one time when he heard it was Sense
 that deliver words with intents to kill
 Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel
 I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back
 Fucker thought I was Abstract, now his life is backtracked
 In the center of the party his crew identified the body
 Left him signin the wait-list sayin, "I can't take this
 fake shit" (echoes)

 Yo..
 Yo!
 Big Pun, Noreaga, Com Sense for the nine eight
 Get it straight