Come on
  Vaya
  A vailar

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 Where're my niggers with the big dicks?  Ahh
 Where're my niggers with the hot whips?  Ahh
 Where're my niggers living better?
 We want Barettas and Amarettas  butter leathers and mad cheddar.

 Sheik:

 (Ayo Pun  I got you baby)
 We play the front not the back  when there's beef I attack
 Grab the guns and start lighting
 Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like "yo, who fighting?"
 How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
 Ya'll are made of shit I’m the thug's ingredients
 And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint jobs
 Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
 Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
 Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
 Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
 Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
 And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
 And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
 My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
 I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
 I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
 Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
 That's what's up don't have Sheik's click clack this up
 Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
 You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut.

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 Big Pun:

 I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
 In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
 Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
 A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
 I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
 Busting out that custard cream
 Piper cause I’m piped up with the mustard team
 Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
 King of medallions Monty Guard
 Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
 I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani
 Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide
 Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings
 Like the Wu do in Shaolin
 John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas,
 They want to ride on my Honda scooter
 You know the red one from the video
 But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the
 Trizzie yo!

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 Big Pun:

 Disrespect the Don word's bond I’m gonna shoot ya
 We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta
 Who you fucking' wit?
 Bitch ass nigger you ain't running' up on shit
 Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
 Nigger you ain’t no fucking threat
 You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk that block
 Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man! Big Punisher's off his rocker
 What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
 Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
 without some type of an injury.

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 Sheik:

 I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes?
 Big dick between mine, What the fuck between your thighs?
 Pussy, If I shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
 I don't think so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back
 You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that
 You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
 And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
 and the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk. what!

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