Boomerang Big Pun (Ft. Armageddon)

[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block
Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht
Something for the cops to keep 'em blind
So we can grind with peace of mind
Turn the key and shine without being dimed
Time to expand — New York to Chicago, Colorado
You know my motto: Clock G's and rock keys like Drago
Pablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon
We're buying out the bar and Don Juan and every woman's Chandonin'
Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em
I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction
Up and down with the tongue twister
C'mon on, sister! Big Pun's Mr. "Cock and Squeeze" like a gun tester
Crushing sisters' backs with the demon snap
Hit you from the back, close your eyes, relax, let me feed the cat
Living phat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings
Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing
I started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money
I called my son, he told me, "Chill!", he'd be over in twenty
"Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill me"
He said, "It's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly"
Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game
Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train
It's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping
Locked the clip in, started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician
I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down
I lost it all for now, but it'll take more to hold me down