But I would've loved to hear   A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo   That shit would've been incredible      Aye yaknahmsayin', it was just happen   We have our day, you know? I seen him   I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?   We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there      Uhh, I dream filthy   My moms and pops mixed me   With Jamaican Rum and Whiskey   Huh, what a set up      Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off   Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off   Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brookland   Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies      Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up   Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin' bastard   Cryin', know my friends is lyin'   Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the Lugars from they Rugers      Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant   Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot   Giving cats the opposite of diets   You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye      I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me   Shit, I need the company   Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter   If it was up to me, you would be with me      Sorta like, Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest   Silencers so you can't hear it   Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me   I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still      Nigga still gotta get his grind on   Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime zone   Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap   You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly   Now get your grind on      Come get introduced to my home   A nigga grew up in the projects, end up gettin mo' stressed   Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor   'Cause the streets are killin', now get your grind on   Come get introduced to my home      Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed   My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip   I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the saddle   And rattle like a wooden horse to El Barrio      Niggaz talk but they babble 'cause they ain't sayin' nuttin'   If ain't blazin' somethin' with the mac I'm in the shack bakin' muffins   Fake the funk and get your rump roast   One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close      Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin' my Squad been waitin'   For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin'   An orgination of veterans built   With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills      Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills   My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vegetabills   We blessed with the will to never surrender   'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja      Nigga still gotta get his grind on   Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime zone   Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap   You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly   Now get your grind on      Come get introduced to my home   A nigga grew up in the projects, end up gettin mo' stressed   Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor   'Cause the streets are killin', now get your grind on      I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun   Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz run   Crack pull up, everybody clear out   Anybody pumpin' that rock is gettin' aired out      I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack   Your mommy got a body but she itchin' to clap   And I know you pitchin' purple but we switchin' the packs   Listen, don't make me hurt you, I'm just givin' the facts      On that I 9-5 swirvin' to a town near you   My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans   And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home   And papi got it good, he could put you on      Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot   Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops   Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops   Just to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin' the blocks      Crack a chestize 'em, right besides 'em   In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em   We from the Bronx where the mayors lift up   And niggaz get shot in broad day 'cause we don't give a      Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot you   All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutal   I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack   Then they call the shit the bomb smack      Word to Crack, the God body   The hard body, the realest ever   The John Gotti, this rap shit   Will it kill me? Never      This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again   Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin'   Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and   Be Morgan than Freeman      I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces   Fuck the screwfaces, 'cause when I flip   I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas   Niggaz can't bang with us, try to do me      My crew be unruly to old school cats that call gats toolies   Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies   And fuck without rubbers, specialize in killin' wives and grandmothers   Who ya trustin', shit when Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin'      Killin' ya gently, God meant me to push a Bentley   Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home   On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks   'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit