Big Punisher Featuring Wyclef Jean Carribean Connection Lyrics

Carribean Connection Lyrics

[Wyclef] Warning!

[Big Pun]
Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah?
*loud
farting noise* Shit on the whole industry
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun?
Pile on more styles than Pun?
Who the only one with over a thousand
guns?
Runnin up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill
Make you squeal the
combination to the safe for wealth
I lace your grill with the
firestarter
Hit your wife with the ? from the ?shower powers I
devour?
I'm all about the fundamentals, like Pun and pencil
A piece of
paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
My mental's compatible with
the radicals
My oddessey type, qualities allow me to poli' with
animals
Niggaz is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle
where you either bet
all your bundles or struggle on the simple and humble
My niggaz'll rumble
with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for
twenty grand
Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
and
pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown
up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow
the team, pile on the green
Surrounded in green like flowers in
Spring
For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies
used
to call me Punny cause my fam was always hungry
But now we rollin lovely,
and you feel worse, want my money
Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see
you in hell first

Chorus: Wyclef and Pun

*Wyclef sings: mucho
trabajo poquito dinero*
[Pun] I'm selling perrico
[Clef] Yo what's the
deally yo?
[Pun] I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
(repeat all
2X)

[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, yo, yo keep the lights keep the camera all I
want is the action
The battle's on, where I roam in composition
A
hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if I break
like your first time in jail when
you got fucked by an inmate
It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a
Libra
And if I get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina
Pour me a cup of
vodka, bury me next to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and still
sober
Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the
guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when
I'm angry
I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy
Foes and enemies
meaning the same in the dictionary
This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the
cemetary
Bodies, from World War I and II is there
You don't want a third
war, that's nuclear warfare
So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it
fast
Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a laundromat
Your
hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C.
with the mayor smoking crack
Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb
threat
Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess
Tec for Tec, or
we can go text for text, oh
I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in
your chest - blaow
Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
So when
the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide
Suicide it's a
suicide...

Chorus (fades out)