Ms. Martin Big Pun (Ft. Remy Ma)

[Intro: Big Pun]
Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool 'em
Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, knahmean
In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfuckin' man
Y'all niggas better lay low
Catch you where it hurt, knahmean
Blow your balls off nigga

[Hook: Big Pun]
Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC, better believe that
She always got my back, nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't know how to act, 'cause that's my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is back, she represent that
'Cause Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas love to scrap

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers
I'm troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers
The type to cop a Range along with all the features
Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches
A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her fetus
Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys can't beat us
Straight strong armin', bombardin', and bogardin'
Remy don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon
It's Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin'
While fraud broads don't get no publishin, still be bitin'
They kill me lyin, like they the ones doin the scribin'
When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin'
I flows like water, got this drizzle with little C
Catch me with Pun eatin Skittles in the middle of Little Italy
Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot and drop shit
Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
Take another pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me
Come through in a jail suit, and the new Beef and Broccoli's
Doin it, If I'm havin a good time and you ruin it
I seen a nice casket that'll look good with you in it
New improved shit, the year start with a two shit
Next millennium, sell a million, Clue shit
Exclusive, to tell the truth, y'all useless
'Cause I'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list