Up in the Boogie Down, bitches swallow the team, pile on the green
Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling
Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring
I'm uptown making moves just like Castro
Tec for tec, or we can go text for text, oh
The battle's on, where I roam in composition
Illegal money turns legal now we runnin' a laundromat
He thought it was a suicide
like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
Yo what's the dilly yo?
Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack
For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies
In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober
I lace your grill with the fire starter
Shit on the whole industry
So when the DT shows up
I'm selling perico
Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
A hardcore crowd, waitin' to see, if I break
Where you either bet all your bundles
You don't want a third war that's nuclear warfare
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first
Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
I turn 'Mr. Rogers Neighborhood' topsy turvy
But now we rollin' lovely, and you feel worse, want my money
Used to call me, Punny 'cause my fam was always hungry
Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary
I'm all about the fundamentals like Pun and pencil
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
And pound out we jettin' to the ground uptown
My odyssey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals
Run out of the building or get blast in your guess
Yo, what's the dilly yo?
This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery
Niggaz is cannibals and the ghetto's a jungle
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah?
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
Hit your wife with the sawed-off from the shower powers I devour
My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand
My mental's compatible with the radicals
Yo, yo, yo, keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action
And if I get murdered, 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina'
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
Or struggle on the simple and humble
I'm uptown making moves just like Castro
So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast
A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
I'm selling perico
I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest, blaow
Who the only one with over a thousand guns?
Bodies, from World War I and II is there
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
Runnin' up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill
Yo, what's the dilly yo?
Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat
I'm selling perico
It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
