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My world Lyricsby Big Punisher Buy album CD: Endangered Species Uhh.. yes y'all baby Yeah, yeah, work it out Work it out dawg, work it out now Uhh.. y'all motherfuckers, big dawgs in the house what? Terror Squad what? Terror Squad what? I ain't a rapper.. I just bust a lot, off the top What, yo, yo [Big Pun] The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle Slap a coffin on the saddle and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin If ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitin for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin An orgi-nation of veterans built with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills We blessed with the will to never surrender cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja [Chorus] It's my world girl, either love it or leave If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin the weave Suckin the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue Baby don't stop, that's how you bring it to Pun If this is my world, I'd be Tony the man Call me The Godfather, controllin the fam' Runnin the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings [Big Pun] Stupid.. gimme yours You be lookin bunny rabbit Give your pants bunny rabbits, what you know about that? I ain't about to pop you stupid Fuck the small talk, niggaz know Pun keep the fo' cocked Don't walk too fast, might pass through the wrong block Don't stop, keep it movin, the streets'll ruin the average man, faster than, the motherfuckin teamsters union We doin dirt cause we gotta, five dolla a hour Three kids and my motherfuckin big mamma My sig sauer got different plans God knows I'm just a man So hide your wrist if it's glistenin Listen man, we just niggaz tryin to work it out Listen friend, strictly biz it's nothin perso-nal We thirsty now and I ain't drinkin out of plastic cups Platinum plus (thorough) crystal glasses with the fancy cuts Fancy us, livin life lavish Drippin ice cabbage, livin in the six, with some white bad bitch Tight package I gotta pass I'm from the ghetto nigga, I like a lot of ass [Chorus] [Big Pun] Word life T. Squad holdin it down, y'knahmean? Gettin this money.. by any means baby Let me get the fuck up outta here, 'fore I break somethin
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