Heavy Weights Big Pun (Ft. 8Ball & Fat Joe)

[Fat Joe]
Yeah (y'all niggas is crazy)
Don Carta' bomb harder (we makin a BOMB mayne)
Terror Squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, Terror Squad)
Don Carta' bomb harder (Suave House) what the fuck?
Violator, Violator! Yeah, uhh, yo..

No heart, that's why them other niggas foul
Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the A.T.L
At 12 up in the Gentelman's Club
Where you ain't fuckin nothin less you givin up dubs
Feelin the love, from tha killers and thugs
Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt
Not givin a fuck, that's the life I live
Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids
I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her
16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm still wit her
For real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me
My squad be bringin more "Havoc" than "Prodigy"
Ain't no stoppin me, I got killers that'll pop for me
Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli
With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property
Cop a seat and watch the Terror Squad prophecy

Chorus: Eightball, Big Punisher