(feat. Big Pun, Sunkiss)



[Verse 1]

When there's beef whoo I come through with the cray troops

Rip up your fucking legs turn them jeans to daisy dukes

Spray your trucks, spray your coops, spray your Kawasaki bikes

Starting hockey fights - Tyson lefts Rocky rights

Your moms a khaki dyke, your father dress in drag

Stick out his chest and brag how he molest a fag

like father like son

bet you rock Victoria Sec's sit on the toilet then leak

and take it raw up your cheeks

tonight I might just take a buddha spot

Dread better take me to the pot

ain't no killer I just shoot alot

I ain't no boxer I just punch alot

jabbing niggas in they belly's got them spitting up they lunch alot

fuck a Merry Christmas

yo thats the terror day

my father was murdered that night so I don't celebrate

If santa hit my chimney with them bozo clothes

Ima make the .44 blow 

fill his fat ass full of holes holes holes



[Chorus]

why you play

knowing that my style is Y2K

you can die today

nigga there's a price to pay

fight for game

we could bounce from night to day

cause only one of us is leaving alive, ok?



[Big Pun]

Who wanna wrestle Chris a.k.a. Pun the exorcist

Your neck can twist like an owl

when I piledrive its effortless

who next to get suplexed off the roof ledge

20 feet in the ground

pass the blueprints

life's long

but cut it off short trying to fight strong

you soft think you can handle the force of the 24 inch pythons

strike one, I cut out your eyes and leave you Ray Charles 

strike two, you outta here nigga, this ain't baseball 

it's hardcore - for my street rapping outlaws

quick to clap something

but rather go out for the South Bronx

South Bronx niggas got it tone

I shoved the shotty chrome up a nigga ass 

stuck a motherfucking maricon cause daddy's home

Kids, don't make me lie to you

Cause everybody can die right now, mami too



[Chorus x2]



[Sunkiss]

Aiyyo I respect ho's who scam food stamps, wics and shit

also work a nine-to-five driving whips and shit

gasing niggas for their chips and shit

?? laps tops getting over on some offense em shit

you might think I be promoting this songs here for the selling

how we live

some work, some are career felons

we laugh at house-a-dity ho's and niggas geling not conceded

but Ill show you the feist that reduce the swelling

when my moneys involved, yo anybody's for the snaking

some niggas who may think is yo fams, the ones thats faking

Lemme find out, dadd'ys stealin my bacon

you see me pull a .9 and start poppin like I'm Turbo from "Breakin'"

I had that cat folding, rolling aces no faking

Talk this, dump him in the furnace in the basement

with no traces

Im a hit em first then pay off a witness to spit a verse

to get rid of his dental work

do ya'll niggas think it will work

well ima make ya'll believers cause

I'll be damned cuz moneys comin up short like the Keeblers

I make ya'll feel in some breathers

see Sherrif with the heaters

six in your piece

leave the shells line your toes like Adidas

this nigga is off the meters

yrical glocks, gunnin dem down

too many Big and Pacs running around

its just me and the 400 pound

Sunkiss with original sounds

repping the Bronx, huh

you know we mean now



[Chorus]