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[Wyclef] Warning!<br /><br />[Big Pun]<br />Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah?<br />[loud farting noise] Shit on the whole industry<br />Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?<br />Who the only one with over a thousand guns?<br />Runnin up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill<br />Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth<br />I lace your grill with the firestarter<br />Hit your wife with the ? from the ?shower powers I devour?<br />I'm all about the fundamentals, like Pun and pencil<br />A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you<br />My mental's compatible with the radicals<br />My oddessey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals<br />Niggaz is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle<br />where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and humble<br />My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran<br />Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand<br />Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces<br />and pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown<br />up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green<br />Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring<br />For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies<br />used to call me Punny cause my fam was always hungry<br />But now we rollin lovely, and you feel worse, want my money<br />Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first<br /><br />[Chorus: Wyclef and Pun]<br /><br />[Wyclef sings:] mucho trabajo poquito dinero<br />[Pun] I'm selling perrico<br />[Clef] Yo what's the deally yo?<br />[Pun] I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro<br />[repeat all 2X]<br /><br />[Wyclef Jean]<br />Yo, yo, yo keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action<br />The battle's on, where I roam in composition<br />A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if I break<br />like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate<br />It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra<br />And if I get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina<br />Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father<br />In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober<br />Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling<br />I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan<br />Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry<br />I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy<br />Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary<br />This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetary<br />Bodies, from World War I and II is there<br />You don't want a third war, that's nuclear warfare<br />So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast<br />Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a laundromat<br />Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack<br />Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack<br />Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat<br />Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess<br />Tec for Tec, or we can go text for text, oh<br />I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest - blaow<br />Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide<br />So when the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide<br />Suicide it's a suicide...<br /><br />[Chorus (fades out)]
New song lyrics
[Wyclef] Warning!<br /><br />[Big Pun]<br />Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah?<br />[loud farting noise] Shit on the whole industry<br />Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?<br />Who the only one with over a thousand guns?<br />Runnin up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill<br />Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth<br />I lace your grill with the firestarter<br />Hit your wife with the ? from the ?shower powers I devour?<br />I'm all about the fundamentals, like Pun and pencil<br />A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you<br />My mental's compatible with the radicals<br />My oddessey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals<br />Niggaz is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle<br />where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and humble<br />My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran<br />Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand<br />Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces<br />and pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown<br />up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green<br />Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring<br />For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies<br />used to call me Punny cause my fam was always hungry<br />But now we rollin lovely, and you feel worse, want my money<br />Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first<br /><br />[Chorus: Wyclef and Pun]<br /><br />[Wyclef sings:] mucho trabajo poquito dinero<br />[Pun] I'm selling perrico<br />[Clef] Yo what's the deally yo?<br />[Pun] I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro<br />[repeat all 2X]<br /><br />[Wyclef Jean]<br />Yo, yo, yo keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action<br />The battle's on, where I roam in composition<br />A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if I break<br />like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate<br />It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra<br />And if I get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina<br />Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father<br />In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober<br />Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling<br />I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan<br />Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry<br />I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy<br />Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary<br />This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetary<br />Bodies, from World War I and II is there<br />You don't want a third war, that's nuclear warfare<br />So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast<br />Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a laundromat<br />Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack<br />Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack<br />Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat<br />Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess<br />Tec for Tec, or we can go text for text, oh<br />I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest - blaow<br />Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide<br />So when the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide<br />Suicide it's a suicide...<br /><br />[Chorus (fades out)]
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