Yo what the deal baby
I see ya aight

Still not a player but you still a hater
Ha, Pun here where my horns at
Where my horns?

Fa ye da da ya da da da da
Fa ye da da ya da da da

[Chorus]
Pun you came up
What what, making it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride
Yo I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Pun you came up
What what, making it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride
Yo I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Ay yo my word is born long as I'm alive I'm gonna put it on
Could've gone to gee shit, thug nigga till I'm gone
Where to Bronx I'm flippin', five boroughs thoroughly reppin'
Lets unite the city and step to the world as a weapon
Cause everybody's checking for Pun second to none
Cause Latins going platinum was destine to come
The inevitable, heavenly better than whatever you do
We eligible, T.S. incredibly credible
For the revenue we gettin' you open with lyrical dope
And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose
And it never quits
Take it from TS's top terrorist
Rapper slash hijacker bombin' tracks ever since
I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun
It wasn't always this fun, ay yo I rose from the slums
I had to pay my due, lay a few
But I ain't saying who, stayin' true to da game
No names, playin' it cool just me and da crew
Holdin' it down long as we round
We gonna keep sockin' it to you like Homey the Clown
Going down like Pac ready to ride or die nigga
La da le la la la la la

[Chorus: x2]

Ay yo ain't nothin' changed I'm still the same
The way you remembered me since the centipede
Harder, big blacker back in the seventies
Try to remember me from my aggressive will
The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal
I used to chill on da block with Cuban and Seis
I'm still do but now it's in the blue convertible eight, fifty
My true niggas will always be wit me
The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to dis me
Cause I'm rispy crispy for life sixties the price
Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice
Niggas is shiest but I sike 'em out
Though they like to doubt I make them all believers once I let the Tyson out
Cause I can vouch for only a few only the crew
From the old school I consider loyally true
I'm morally rude from a fool to a scholar
Follow the rules on how to spot a plotter that's cool for a dollar
I wanna holla at my peeps that reppin' the streets
Wrestlin' the beast of chest restin' in peace
Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us
Til I die them souls of mine I'll align the souls of mine
And shine for all of us

[Chorus]

Fa ye da da ya da da da da
Fa ye da da ya da da da

Writer : VICTOR SANTIAGO, CHRISTOPHER RIOS, DANA STINSON
Copyright : Lyrics © JELLY'S JAMS, LLC