[Big Pun] 

Yo yo yo 

What the fuck, Terror Squad 

All we do is battle what; what, what what 

Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler 

Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer 

King of the throne, bringin it home five nights 

Up in The Source - five mics 

Whippin a Porsche - high price 

Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin 

Imaginin Angie nuttin but panties and my 911 

That's what I'm reppin the thug tech and the glove 

Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug 

It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez 

Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {penis} 

You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark 

Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart 



[Remy Martin] 

Yo.. yo, yo, yo 

All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Remy-nisce? 

Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent? 

Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit? 

Is she, really the shit, is her flow really sick? 

Get off my dick, keep your sorry ass compliments 

I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense 

Bitch don't try to play me, because you not a player 

Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster 

It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a hoe 

Had to leave niggaz bleedin just so we could get our dough 

It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason 

on the Bruckner, like fuck you, gettin weeded and speedin 

I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never have love for you niggaz 

cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggaz 

Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall 

Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't really handle 

I ain't havin it, get the cash out the cabinet 

before I stab the bastard baby in the bassonet 

I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open 

Leave son chokin, gun still smokin 

Know how many niggaz like, "I bet you Pun wrote it" 

Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!