(Noreaga)

Big Pun

In honor, in honor

Yeah



I got love, a tatoo dont make a thug

Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra

I know you love it when I rhyme proper

Man I'm still T-H-U-G-G-E-D-O-U-T

Iraq to QB

Mobb Deep in Jersey and they swerve to me

Stay thirsty, thats what my nigga Pun told me

First it was Christopher Wallace now Christopher Rios

Me and Pun drunk, and smoked out

I used to go to his crib and visit his kids

He used to make his daughter and his son box

Yo I love them kids, they love they pops

Yo Pun, pick me up, come to Queens with us

You know you came up, what what makin it happen

>From rappin on the corner and now you goin platinum

At the video, for Banned From TV

Pun came through, in the Benz with the TV

A ounce of weed and gun deep

Pun stayed real, yo I love that nigga

Cause he worked hard for it

I burst shit for him



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I aint never gonna love again

Life is taken once its given

It's not easy to pretend

What love has put me through

All my people dyin and I'm askin why

Sometimes I don't feel like livin

It's not easy to pretend

I don't know what to do



(Noreaga)

Why the good gotta die so young

Foul niggas live a long life, I cried all night

I can't control myself

But you gotta stay strong thats what I told myself

We did ah, I did his album and he did mine

We did a Funk Flex joint, Pete Rock joint

DJ Clue joint, even Royal Flush joint

And a hundred other records, you get the point

I used to hang with him

You know I bang bang with him

And when I ran Triz you know I always came with him

I called Angie but was cryin on the phone

I was cryin in my home, freakin cried in the phone

You see I, knew Big had love for Pac

Even Freaky Tah and Scott LaRoss

But regardless, Pun my man, rich or not

I know he in heaven, yo he chillin with my pops

Tell my pops how I'm doin, I ain't sellin drugs

Tell my pops that I'm rappin, and still with the thugs

While you tellin him things, tell him the facts

Tell him how we put Boricua back on the map



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(Noreaga)

Yo he fill a mack but his man is gone

He wanna form a new army, but his man is gone

Yo this probably hittin me hard

Threw my guns in the clouds and buck at God

Condolences to his family and the Terror Squad

N.O.R.E., P.U.N., see you then, again

Ma, I just lost my friend

I can't answer the phone I just lost my friend

It's mourning now, from night to morning now

Then all the shows and performing now

PUN, my nigga Pun was always funny speakin

Pun loved me, and loved that I was Puerto Rican



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(Noreaga talking)

You my fuckin thug, my nigga and all that

You know?

That's my motherfucking heart right there

I feel like I knew that nigga my whole life

That's really my nigga

And I'm mourning with you

The whole Terror Squad

I'm here with y'all niggas man

His wife, his kids, I'm here with yall, yo

I feel the same way y'all feel

But I'm here with y'all

I love that man, yo

He was a good man

Man it's crazy

Sometimes I wonder if there is a God

Why would he take the wrong ones?

I wonder that shit all the time

Yeah, I wonder that shit all the time