Текст песни Big Pun - Classic Verses (Drop it Heavy and Fantas, слова песни Big Pun

Текст песни Big Pun - Classic Verses (Drop it Heavy and Fantas

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* [Verse One] -- from the Show & A.G. "Full Scale EP"* [Verse Two] -- from the DJ Clue CD "The Professional"[Verse One]Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah MuhammadBut I`m God-retarded, ain`t no righteousness in this heart of violenceHard as diamond but I`m in the ruff, listen upIf you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it`s in the cuffsAin`t no snitch in us, bitch in usUnofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you wasOfficial thugs in the drug professionDrug connections, drug addictionsStill seein the judge for drug possessionThe four-D`s, all these is more reas`to either get big, or leave and let liveWe the best there is T.S., ain`t nobody elseWe probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelfI`m lockin your wealth with the master keys, freezeDon`t try to breeze, or I`ma squeeze and blast the back of your kneesJust pass the cheese, please don`t test the toasterMy tech`ll roast ya body faster than Ferrari`s TestarossaYou`re gettin closer to death, Reaper`s got a hold on your breathYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your fleshYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bedMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dickNow what`s the problem, you ain`t nuttin like you said on your albumI thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the islandYou was`t violent, you was silent tryin to get college creditsHow pathetic, did it to get out of the calistheticsI`m +Dianetics+ combined with lyricsMy matureness is my insuranceKill my appearance, I`m a shinin spiritYou gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poisonYou gotta cheer it, you can`t win you better join emI`m head-annointin niggas like the Holy GospelI`m the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrilsWatch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yoursWarlords, callin The Giant, it`s all yours[Verse Two]Fuck all y`all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted JesusNiggas is 85%, I`m 400 solidBrain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholarsHoldin it down, walkin around with gold by the poundFrozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crownTalk of the town, soakin you down wit toast `til you drownGhost you and pound your corpse with a force that`ll open the groundSave the jokes for the clowns, I`m on the serious tipYou keep playin.. and I get furious quickAnd now I take you for a walk through the ghettoEither spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devilI rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shitNow I just lay back and mack on some mack shitI used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac[ura]Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shackIt`s like that, but don`t think I won`t counter actMy niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his backI`m swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fuwith the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose

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