Brave In The Heart Big Pun featuring Terror Squad

Big Pun | Durée : 03:56

Compositeur : Christopher Rios, Joseph Cartegena, M. Herard, V. Padilla, Christopher Martin, Lawrence Parker, Emmett North, Barry White

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