But I would've loved to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
That shit would've been incredible
[Big Pun talking]
Aye, you know what I'm saying, 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
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uh, 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
Uh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't 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, screaming "Bastard!"
Crying, know my friends is lying
Y'all know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers
Or they Desert, dying ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggers 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 (uh-huh)
Apologies 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
[Chorus: Freeway]
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 getting more stressed
More money, more drama you know a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killing
Now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
Yo, yo
The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me till 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
Niggers talk but they babble 'cause they ain't saying nothing
If ain't blazing something with the MAC, I'm in the shack baking 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 debating; my Squad been waiting
For the perfect time to give you what you all been waiting
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 TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bles
We blessed with the will to never surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out
Unseen like I entered the ninja, it's my world
[Chorus: Freeway]
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 getting more stressed
More money, more drama you know a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killing
Now get your grind on
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun
Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggers run
Crack pull up, everybody clear out
Anybody pumping that rock is getting aired out
I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack
Your mommy got a body but she itching to clap
And I know you pitching purple but we switching the packs
Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just giving the facts
On that I 9-5 swerving to a town near you
My niggers watch out for that Black Suburbans
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 niggers eat and shit and hugging the blocks
Crack a chastise 'em, right besides 'em
In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up
And niggers get shot in broad day 'cause we don't give a...
Fuck, little niggers on bike and just shoot you
All for a pair of some Nikes, the shit's 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
[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
This goes out to cats (stupid), fingers in they ass again
Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreaming
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
Niggers can't bang with us, try to do me
My crew be unruly (what)
Some old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
And fuck without rubbers (what), specialize
In killing wives and grandmothers, who ya trusting, shit
When Frank start busting, Frank start something
Killing ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley
Me and Sean Combs taking broads home
On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks
'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit...