-Vaya
  -Come on
  -Vaya
  -A vailar
    [Chorus 2x:]
  Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -Ahh
  Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -Ahh
  Where're my niggers living better?
  We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar.
    [Sheik:]
    (Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
  We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack
  Grab the guns and start lighting
  Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like "yo, who fighting?"
  How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
  Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
  And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint jobs
  Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
  Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
  Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
  Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
  Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
  And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
  And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
  My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
  I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
  I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
  Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
  That's what's up don't have Sheik's click clack this up
  Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
  You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut.
    [Chorus 2x]
  [Big Pun:]
    I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
  In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
  Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
  A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
  I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
  Busting out that custard cream
  Piper cause I'm piped up with the mustard team
  Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
  King of medallions Monty Guard
  Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
  I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani
  Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide
  Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings
  Like the Wu do in Shaolin
  John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas,
  They want to ride on my Honda scooter
  You know the red one from the video
  But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the
  Trizzie yo!
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Big Pun:]
    Disrespect the Don word's bond I'm gonna shoot ya
  We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta
  Who you fucking' wit?
  Bitch ass nigger you ain't running' up on shit
  Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
  Nigger you ain't no fucking threat
  You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk that block
  Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man! Big Punisher's off his rocker
  What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
  Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
  without some type of an injury.
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Sheik:]
    I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes?
  Big dick between mine, What the fuck between your thighs?
  Pussy, If I shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
  I don't think so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back
  You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that
  You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
  And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
  and the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk. what!
    [Chorus 2x]