But I wouldve loved to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
That shit wouldve been incredible
Aye you know what Im sayin, 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 goin from there
Uhh, I drink 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 Im dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, aint no shook hands in Brook-land
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
Yall know who killed em filled em with the lugars from they Rugers
Or they Desert, dyin aint the shit but its pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas 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 
Apologies in order, to TYanna 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 cant hear it
Competition still fear it, shit dont 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 pro-jects, 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 Im 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
Niggas talk but they babble cause they aint sayin nuttin
If aint blazin somethin with the MAC, Im in the shack bakin muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump roast
One dose of the toastll make you jump if you come close
Pun spoke, aint 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, dont get left in the hills
My TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bles
We blessed with the will to never surrender
Cause my every agendas in and out
Unseen like I entered the ninja, its my world
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 pro-jects, 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 niggas run
Crack pull up, everybody clear out
Anybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired out
Im 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, dont make me hurt you Im just givin the facts
On that I 9-5 swervin to a town near you
My niggas watch out for that Black Suburbans
And no its not the Feds, man papis 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 niggas eat and shit and huggin the blocks
Crack a chastise em, right besides em
In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldnt surprise em
We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up
And niggas get shot in broad day cause we dont give a...
Fuck, little niggas 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 Mor-gan 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
Niggas cant bang with us, try to do me
My crew be unruly 
Some old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies, think its 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 lifes the shit...