text: 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...