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