I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children, like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin/Insanitys building up pavillion in my civilian. The cannon be the anarchy that humanitys dealing. — Big Pun Copy Share Image
My my, I'm big huh, I rip my prick through your hooters. I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six rulers. — Big Pun Copy Share
Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks. In house beach, french countess, ten thou piece. — Big Pun Copy Share Image
You aint a killer, you still learnin how to walk/From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk/Mark you for death, wont… — Big Pun Copy Share Image
Puffin the lye, from my Twinzito. Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico. — Big Pun Copy Share Image
Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest, Cause a wise man said: it was a cousin of death. — Big Pun Copy Share Image
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didnt do diddily. — Big Pun Copy Share Image
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East or West crap. From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where ya from, it's where's your… — Big Pun Copy Share Image
