I'm hyphened, comin' with the thunder and the lightning
Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll
Depends on the state if death is my fate, then cool I'm dyin'
We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart
That's like sayin' Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute
You plottin' to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip
Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God
This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed
And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese
Blow your top with the glock, that's my favorite kill
First it was Nasty Nas, now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh
Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms, right from the Bronx
Just some words to know, if you run the streets
Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God
Aight crew?
Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto God
Face Triple Seis, the God of War like Mars
We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart
Better relate and start to think or be the missin' link
We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart
Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin' your lips
That leave MC's smashed but my Squad is odd
You stop with the quick and never make another move
Still niggaz think I won't bring the heat out
Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt
Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters
Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
Terror Squad
What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker
Big Pun forever, do you understand? Forever
Big Pun will be here, forever
I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars
I rip a nigga heart out his frame, while I scream Terror Squad
Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet
Leave a trail-blazin' like
I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt
Blaze your crib with like thirty shots
If that's my destiny it's meant to be
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Aight then, let's fight then
Hold your toaster low, business never personal
They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em
I'm John Blazin' when you see the arms razin'
Big Pun forever
Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chete
I'm dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real
Wanna keep your post then don't beef with Joe
(Rasheed Wallace)
She said she'd starve on a diet instead I'm a God in her eyes
Come in peace or leave in pieces
On the low tryin' to blow trees
War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth
I thrive on the pain while robbin' your chain
(No doubt Pun)
We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart
You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick
Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy
The street's a trip; either you deep or you sleep with the fish
Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth
Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano
Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this
Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore
No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode
Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough
Than more berry, I'm a cherry, you a strawberry
I walk the same streets the police take us
The father of Christ, sure to be immortal
Allow me to explain
Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady
Big Pun will be here, forever
I'm already hot but my last one is with some dirty cops
Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me
I click triggers, how you more ready and switch bigger
Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal
The ones who paid with their life
Remember Pun?
I keep a fifth for them niggaz that's seekin' to flip
Make way for krill, I don't play, I spray for real
We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart
I play the streets with toast 'cause the thieves is close
Better than before, rough, rugged and raw
I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself
A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit
I rock for forty days and forty nights and every verse is tight
Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous
If you lost that mean, I'm on top of the whip
We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart
Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first
Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues
Takin New York cats past the stars
Respect and got the money son, that's all that it's about
Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God
