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