Where You At? Show (Ft. Big L, Big Pun & Milano Constantine)

[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Ayo, it's finally done, the two nicest niggas unite as one
Collide the sun with the moon, boom, I leave you brighted from
My full 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 moon and curl the planets
I'm pan-Atlantic with lyrics spannin for galaxies
Battle me, mathematically, I'm giving your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowing, controlling the time
Flip over the line, I'm blowing your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme
I'm Hogan in his prime, so 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'
Kicking 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 through ebonics
I verbally vomit on all those niggas 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

[Hook: Big Pun & Milano]
If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?)
Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?)
If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?)
I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?)
If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?)
Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?)
If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?)
I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?)