(feat. Drag-On, Fat Joe, Remi Martin)

[Drag-On]

What?

T-S nigga

Y'all don't know?



[Drag-On]

Aiyyo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn

You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn

Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx

You's wrong, nigga we can get it on



Aiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction

To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune

Gimme forty-thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know

What I had to go through, to clap this clown, check my background

The last nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath

The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed

And Drag move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick

The only thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist

'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in

Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss it

Damn it on ya lips

Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons

Nigga I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more

Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer

My circumstance, you ain't got that chance mines in my draw, you get it?

Thats means y'all walks for two dicks,  so don't be stupid

and make me use one unless you ?that bitch?



[Big Pun]

Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack

You was wrong, album double plat

Yo its on, stop talkin shit

You was wrong, get off my dick



How dare you doubt on the ??, Big Pun the undoubtable

The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta you

You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button

I'm too violent for this rap shit, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin

Too quick to blast, some niggas talk shit and dash

But I really will KICK YOUR ASS

Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not

I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, with the Bambaclad

On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin everyone

The one get locked stand back and watch where you from

How dare you come and try to shit where I eat

Fuck you nigga, literally 

Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street

But I'm still gon' hit cha'll niggas

because up north you be tossin salads with maple syrup

I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one

Why you always gotta be right nigga, why can't you ever be wrong



[Fat Joe]

Now its on, from the Bronx where its at

You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back

Now its on, stay on with the gat

You was wrong, its the Don, Joey Crack



Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack

Make your body fold back

Lift his soul with the chrome mack

I don't chat on the phone,  'cuz the phone tapped

You heard theres money on the block we control that

I got the work in the pot where that stove at

Cook it up 'til its wack, get my dough back

You niggas so wack, tryin'a compete

I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street

I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep

Let you slide when I coulda put five in your Jeep

Who's liver than me?  I ain't know you really want it

I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin

Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind

Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine

Neva did believe in the Don's 

since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong



[Remi Martin]

Aiyyo, its on, though I'd stay on the block

You was wrong, now Remi on the rock

So its on, thought I wasn't gonna drop

You was wrong, I was right all along



I told these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch

And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit

Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track

Tight shit, make a nigga wanna play ya back

I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em all believers

Fuck hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever

Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader

And for the followers, I'ma leave their heads hollower

Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver

Layin in a hospital, hooked up the monitors

Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first

'Cuz I ain't neva heard a bitch straight flame a verse

I blame the church, how God let you lie like that

Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like that

How the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight

She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong



Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby