Big Pun My World Lyrics

My World Lyrics

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