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New York Giants
Big Pun Feat. M.O.P.
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C'mon! ("You see it?" Yeah, yeah, uh, uh-huh)
("Oh shit, oh shit!")
C'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
This is the motherfuckin' uncut!
Longtime comin', ya heard?!
M.O.P.! (C'mon!) Big motherfuckin' Punisher!
(What'cha gonna do?) Terror Squad! (Yeah!)
Bronx, Brook-nam collabo'!
Yo, yo, yo! Yo, I ain't finished yet, c'mon!
This is for my 25-to-life bidders, pork-fried rice eaters
New York, New York, ice-rockin' tight wife-beaters
We the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof
Leave your wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean your tooth
I'm hundred-proof, that's perfect percentage, since birth
I inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent
The spirits born here to bring life to the dormant
Right when you snorin' from night to the mornin'
Bless the mic like Elijah Muhammad, or Christ, how you want it?
I got what you need, from God to the streets
C'mon, motherfucker, you talkin' to me
Big Pun! The Bobby Judo out to screw you boppers
The young block, hunchback like Quasimodo
Set off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)
South Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! (New York giants!)
Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)
It's the... ("World's, world's, world's famous!")
Violence! (Form the alliance!)
South Bronx, Brook-nam, papa! (New York giants!)
Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)
It's the... ("World's, world's, world's famous!")
I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell
Ring the bell like you wanna just talk and just, rock your world
I got to leave me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
Cock the glizzy, give you a backhand to Pac and Biggie
'Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'
Put three holes in your dome and send you rollin'
Like when you bowlin', a perfect strike
Let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike
I hurt your wife, and put your trife ass in the earth, aight?
I'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like Supernatural
Attributes include turnin' goons to statues
Like Medusa was lookin' at you, clap you with yo' heat
Homie, if this is L.A., I'll be a motherfuckin' O.G
Set off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)
South Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! (New York giants!)
Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)
It's the... ("World's, world's, world's famous!")
Violence! (Form the alliance!)
BX! (Violence!) BK! (Violence!)
I break the world off with a bang! (Bang!)
How about some? Fuck that!
Look, nigga, you know the name, it's the one, slash
7-1-8, Slash, M dot, O dot
P dot, First Family dot!
Boogie Down Brooklyn! (Damn you!)
Step the fuck back before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you
I rep for my back block niggas
And cats from Puerto Rico
Uptown screamin' out ("Perico!")
Yo, this nigga's trife, I survive mad nigga fights
Lil' Fame insane brains, a million gigabytes
Merk out on machines with loud pipes
Nigga bikes, six double-ohs, bigga bites
Yo, it's 718 Terror Squad!
William Danze! First Fam!
He see soldier, I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot
Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot
Say it's got, my mind, my body, and my... ("Soul!")
Oh! I don't blame ya, you switched your game plan
When you found out your main man was named Danze
Nigga, I'm filled with anger!
You fuckin' with a hooded soldier, cold real life, this is danger
(First Family style!) On the way out
Bang! (Bang!) Bang! (Bang!) 'Til your brains hang out
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