result of your selfishness.. (YEAH!) (LET'S GO!) I stood right by your side and gave you all my time and in return you took all of my pride so I'm
weakness disrespect and carelessness is result of your selfishness.. I stood right by your side and gave you all my time and in return you took all of
ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times Beware of my wraith
don't care Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns Take time, known to make a chick Up In the hot tub, poppin bubb-ly Rubbin your
classes, all excel. You get yours and I'll get mine, In the end, we all gon' shine. Take your time, it's all right. Party all day, party all night. Come
of town capsule some kind of portal Spitting these rhyme at you like a ma-mortal [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lay low, lay low (lay low) Cuz all y'all niggaz won't (y'all
fuck with I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with Lil' Kim spread like syphilis You think I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick
with I'm an insane bitch all y'all wanna try y'all luck with Little Kim spread like syphilis You think I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this
gangsta! [Cut Throat] Cut Throat the living threat street shit to blueprint The guideline rappers sideline until they bow down Them little guns y'all blow I stay on the low
the dungeon, we coming Y'all best be running, we coming Y'all don't want none of this gun an' I don't know why y'all keep frontin' Yo All this room in
That'll stick with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
're all on the tip to get a sip Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped [ ROUND 1: MC Taste ] Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic Moved your
fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I
buildin before (State your naaaame, gangsta!) [Cut Throat] Cut Throat, the livin threat street shit the blueprint The guideline rappers sideline until they buy mine Them little guns y'all
Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the
your pussy in December Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and From Method, all you gettin' is a can of ass whippin' Hey, I'll be kickin' you son, you doin' all
ran and they didn't even do shit That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front Waiting for you niggaz to dunk Where are all your guns and them Teflon
} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip
