[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
A-yo, it's finally done, the two nicest niggas unite as one
Collide the sun with the moon — BOOM! I leave you blinded from
My full of clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit
Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you with?
Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic
I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and the moon and curl the planets
I'm pan-Atlantic with lyrics spannin' for galaxies
Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin' your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowin', controllin' the time
Flip over the line, I'm blowin' your mind with just a flow and a rhyme
I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast
You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass
It's satisfaction guaranteed, with Fiction like Quentin Tarantin'
Kickin' your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen
I have to be perfectly honest
We should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics
I verbally vomit on novice niggas that try to get us with garbage lyrics
My style delivers outside the Outer Limits
I'm like the pyramids 'cause every point is precise
Now you know me for life, Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice
[Chorus: Big Pun & (Milano)]
If I ain't home wit' my fam (Where you at!?)
Stash crib, cuttin' grams (Where you at!?)
I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', hold that!
If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at!?)
I'm in the jeep wit' the stash (Where you at!?)
I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', baby!
A-yo, it's finally done, the two nicest niggas unite as one
Collide the sun with the moon — BOOM! I leave you blinded from
My full of clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit
Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you with?
Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic
I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and the moon and curl the planets
I'm pan-Atlantic with lyrics spannin' for galaxies
Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin' your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowin', controllin' the time
Flip over the line, I'm blowin' your mind with just a flow and a rhyme
I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast
You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass
It's satisfaction guaranteed, with Fiction like Quentin Tarantin'
Kickin' your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen
I have to be perfectly honest
We should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics
I verbally vomit on novice niggas that try to get us with garbage lyrics
My style delivers outside the Outer Limits
I'm like the pyramids 'cause every point is precise
Now you know me for life, Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice
[Chorus: Big Pun & (Milano)]
If I ain't home wit' my fam (Where you at!?)
Stash crib, cuttin' grams (Where you at!?)
I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', hold that!
If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at!?)
I'm in the jeep wit' the stash (Where you at!?)
I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', baby!
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