
Who Is a Thug Big Pun (Ft. 6430)
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[Big Punisher]
Yeah.. 6430.. Ty Fyffe where you at?
Aww shit.. smooth it out
Where my chick tonight? Thug style
Knock em out Pun!
I pull your motherfuckin plug like a thug's supposed ta
Hold a loaded toast, who want the pistol smoke
Cause I'll initial on my shoulder holster
You know the culture when it's East coast, we run the streets most
Who want beef? Turn your peeps into meatloaf
You know the steez, when it's murder in third degrees
We reserve the breeze, and move with the wind like birds and bees
Word to G's, Christ I'm nice, g'head roll the dice
You know the price, your kid and your crib, like I'm +Poltergeist+
I'm cold as ice, control your life with the mic
And then take your crown, break you down like liquid nitrogen
Invite your men, I strike your chin while you rappin
If you're on some thug shit, fill my clip and start clappin
Make your heart flatten, stop actin retarded
All you flea hearted villains, build your rhythm over restart it
The streets are God and heavenly, where the vinyls doubles
Forty-fives and shovels ready in the five livest boroughs
[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
[Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life
I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life
[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
[Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on
Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone
Yeah.. 6430.. Ty Fyffe where you at?
Aww shit.. smooth it out
Where my chick tonight? Thug style
Knock em out Pun!
I pull your motherfuckin plug like a thug's supposed ta
Hold a loaded toast, who want the pistol smoke
Cause I'll initial on my shoulder holster
You know the culture when it's East coast, we run the streets most
Who want beef? Turn your peeps into meatloaf
You know the steez, when it's murder in third degrees
We reserve the breeze, and move with the wind like birds and bees
Word to G's, Christ I'm nice, g'head roll the dice
You know the price, your kid and your crib, like I'm +Poltergeist+
I'm cold as ice, control your life with the mic
And then take your crown, break you down like liquid nitrogen
Invite your men, I strike your chin while you rappin
If you're on some thug shit, fill my clip and start clappin
Make your heart flatten, stop actin retarded
All you flea hearted villains, build your rhythm over restart it
The streets are God and heavenly, where the vinyls doubles
Forty-fives and shovels ready in the five livest boroughs
[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
[Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life
I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life
[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?
[Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on
Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone
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