Uhh.. yes y'all baby   Yeah, yeah, work it out   Work it out dawg, work it out now   Uhh.. y'all motherfuckers, big dawgs in the house what?   Terror Squad what? Terror Squad what?   I ain't a rapper.. I just bust a lot, off the top   What, yo, yo      [Big Pun]   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 orgi-nation 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 vega-ta-bills   We blessed with the will to never surrender   cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja      [Chorus]   It's my world girl, either love it or leave   If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin the weave   Suckin the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue   Baby don't stop, that's how you bring it to Pun   If this is my world, I'd be Tony the man   Call me The Godfather, controllin the fam'   Runnin the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king   Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings      [Big Pun]   Stupid.. gimme yours   You be lookin bunny rabbit   Give your pants bunny rabbits, what you know about that?   I ain't about to pop you stupid      Fuck the small talk, niggaz know Pun keep the fo' cocked   Don't walk too fast, might pass through the wrong block   Don't stop, keep it movin, the streets'll ruin   the average man, faster than, the motherfuckin teamsters union   We doin dirt cause we gotta, five dolla a hour   Three kids and my motherfuckin big mamma   My sig sauer got different plans God knows I'm just a man   So hide your wrist if it's glistenin   Listen man, we just niggaz tryin to work it out   Listen friend, strictly biz it's nothin perso-nal   We thirsty now and I ain't drinkin out of plastic cups   Platinum plus (thorough) crystal glasses with the fancy cuts   Fancy us, livin life lavish   Drippin ice cabbage, livin in the six, with some white bad bitch   Tight package I gotta pass   I'm from the ghetto nigga, I like a lot of ass      [Chorus]      [Big Pun]   Word life T. Squad holdin it down, y'knahmean?   Gettin this money.. by any means baby   Let me get the fuck up outta here, 'fore I break somethin