-Vaya   -Come on   -Vaya   -A vailar     [Chorus 2x:]  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.     [Chorus 2x]  [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!     [Chorus 2x]    [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.     [Chorus 2x]    [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!     [Chorus 2x]