Rest in Peace Big Pun
THE NICEST
No doubt I’m from the X and I seen it all
Shorties wit dreams of playin ball for Seaton Hall turnin fiends and fall
From Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song
Is bein sung, its like gimme a gun and I’m back on
Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin to imitate us
Yall could neva see us, be us, TS kill da BS
Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas
Un be us, I’m from the BX so I have to roll
Blast the fo crash ya door smash ya hoe
Hack off ya skull, I’m stackin heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan road
Blow fa blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
Bring the ruckas to the roughest muthafucka its nothin but luckstress
My crews are cussin to bustin ass crushin glass
In niggaz faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
At any piddunk tryin to laugh at the Briddonx
You ain’t no kiddon for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya Pierre Cardan
I peirce ya noggin if you startin trouble, spark the dot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I’m thorough with a parascope rifle extended rycle
Cycle thatll tear the whole Bible out
I’m sweatin no idols a title’s all I request
Best rappers know that Pun and Y the chaperones of death..
