New York Giants Big Pun (Ft. M.O.P.)

[Intro: M.O.P.]
C'mon.. (You see it!)
Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh..
(Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!)

[Intro 2: Fat Joe]
C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!!
Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut
Long time comin, ya heard?
M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher
[Pun] What'cha gon' do?
Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah)
Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo'
[Pun] Yo, yo, yo..
Ya heard me?

[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
This is for my twenty-five to life bidders
Pork fried rice eaters
New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters
We the truth, don't let your dead body be the proof
Leave your wisdom rotten with holes - and I don't mean your tooth
I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage
Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent
The spirit's born, here to bring life to the dormant
Right where you snoring from night to the morning
Bless the mic like Elijah Muhammad
Or Christ, how you want it? I got what ya need
God to the streets, come on, motherfucker - ya talkin' to me!
Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you
Bop with the dumb Glock
Hunchback, like Quasimodo