[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
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[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
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