Blam!
 Bang bang baby!
 Yeah, Terror Squad style
 Trizzie, check it out now

 [Cuban Link]
 Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
 So who's next to scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
 We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
 Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
 Cause Cuban Link don't play miss, I flip and do some strange [shit]
 witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it
 I get you naked like I'm mystic, cause this [dick] is
 thick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend it
 Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie
 Let this lyrical guy, scoop and dive right between your thighs
 I satisfy like a Snickers bar, cause I'm the pick-up artist
 that'll stick you quicker than the spic the strength of God
 My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women
 Hittin more skins than Alec Baldwin
 You're fallin in love and you can't get up
 Now check the cut, I stripped ya, now you can't strut, word up

 Chorus: Big Pun

 Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
 He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
 Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
 I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

 Chorus

 [Fat Joe]
 Yeah, uh, uh, yo
 Paradin in the Palladium, all eyes on my presence
 Poppin the Crist', sportin the chick straight out of Essence
 Word up, patch thug, three quarter front Polo jiggy
 Be like 'Who is he, lookin like a grizzly?'
 While your girl watch me, you're busy drink pissy
 Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh
 I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams
 Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams
 It might seem, like I'm conceited with the cream talk
 But I got the kind of green that could bribe a Supreme Court
 And when we talk, the whole world listen
 Turn your back to T.S. for one second and find your girl missin

 [Big Pun]
 Baby make me holla, take it off, I give you dolla
 We can party til manana ain't nobody gotta know Donna
 Word to Allah, give me some Mississippi massana
 I'll be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabra
 Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
 Boo-yaa!  Rub it up and down like my oo-wops
 Oohs yah, show me your dirty dance
 The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his grands

 Chorus

 [Triple Seis]
 Yo, my [shit's] official like it in you like, Keith Murray
 Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
 I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me?
 Pass me those [ass]cheeks and I'll bring you joy like BlackSTREET
 In the backseat of my Jeep, we can chill
 or Creep like TLC but don't sleep, I keep it real
 What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami?
 Come and try me, I'll sign my name all over your punani

 [Cuban Link]
 C'mon mami, you comin with me
 All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
 Gettin lied up with your thighs up, I'm a surpriser
 when I rise up, inside her
 Yippie kay yay, I'ma ride her, and guide her
 Straight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the crib
 Pun in here and Cuban and Seis, you know what time it is
 Soon as we walk in the crib, let's get biz

 TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ (oahkayyy!)

 Chorus: Big Pun

 Since ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
 He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
 Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
 I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

 Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
 He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
 Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
 I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)

 Bet ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
 He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
 Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
 I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

 Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
 He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
 Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
 I make you scream papa -- adios mama