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Big Pun lyrics



Carribean Connection lyrics

[Featuring Wyclef Jean]
[Wyclef] Warning!
[Big Pun]
Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah?
*loud farting noise* Shit on the whole industry
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
Who the only one with over a thousand guns?
Runnin up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace your grill with the firestarter
Hit your wife with the ? from the ?shower powers I devour?
Iīm all about the fundamentals, like Pun and pencil
A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
My mentalīs compatible with the radicals
My oddessey type, qualities allow me to poliī with animals
Niggaz is canibals and the ghettoīs a jungle
where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and
humble
My niggazīll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand
Niggazīll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
and pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown
up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green
Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring
For now Iīm a King, so itīs more than money, all the honies
used to call me Punny cause my fam was always hungry
But now we rollin lovely, and you feel worse, want my money
Let your steel burst, cause Iīd rather see you in hell first
Chorus: Wyclef and Pun
*Wyclef sings something*
[Pun] Iīm selling perrico
[Clef] Yo whatīs the deally yo?
[Pun] Iīm Uptown making moves just like Castro
(repeat all 2X)
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, yo, yo keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action
The battleīs on, where I roam in composition
A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if I break
like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
Itīll never happen, Iīm on balance like a Libra
And if I get murdered, Donīt Cry For Me Argentina
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober
Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling
Iīm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldnīt like me when Iīm angry
I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy
Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary
This ainīt Pictionary, all you see is the cemetary
Bodies, from World War I and II is there
You donīt want a third war, thatīs nuclear warfare
So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast
Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a laundromat
Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack
Yo, this ainīt a diss, Wyclef bomb threat
Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess
Tec for Tec, or we can go text for text, oh
I forgot, you donīt read, so take this hole in your chest - blaow
Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
So when the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide
Suicide itīs a suicide...
Chorus (fades out)




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