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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Big Punisher
Performer
Tony Sunshine
Tony Sunshine
Background Vocals
Donell Jones
Donell Jones
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
Richard Frierson
Richard Frierson
Songwriter
Julian Garfield
Julian Garfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Younglord for Young World Industries, Inc.
Younglord for Young World Industries, Inc.
Producer
Jay Garfield for Firm Body Music
Jay Garfield for Firm Body Music
Co-Producer
Christian Delatour aka Soundboy
Christian Delatour aka Soundboy
Engineer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Mixing Engineer
Richard Cruz (Soundcheck)
Richard Cruz (Soundcheck)
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy Pop the clizzy goin sixty down a one-wizzy Drunk pissy, tryin to cruise through the avenue While my peoples is poppin bottles up in Sue's rendevous Fuck that, spun the U-ey lost a hubcap It's back to the shack, came back and now, What's that? Straight from Paris, checkin Gaby's new baby carriage Perry Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish Fresh out the dealer, got the Tec for the squealers Wear a vest for the killers, nuttin less cause it's reala In the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you Trust no one (eh eh) got beef bust yo' gun You don't need no one (nope) talkin' bout that you owe him I'mma go for dolo; Scarface without Manolo One deep, I be solo, bustin' heat, throwin' bolos, it's hard (And it's so hard, yeah) Niggas wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns And it's so hard Niggas wanna fuck my wife, niggas wanna take my life But it's so hard It's hard work baby I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin to live I ain't goin' nowhere I'm stayin alive baby That's my wife, I paid for them titties Get your own, your own, ya heard? Niggas wanna fuck my wife, niggas wanna take my life but it's so hard Rollin with the Squad, we like Gods Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars Strip bars in Miami, almost came home with the Grammy Next year, bringing home three for the family Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi Poppin shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase Fuck that, Liberace Fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me! Never that, SKEE-YU! Where my niggas at? Uptown! Uptown! You know you feelin that Cash Rule, hardcore you can dance to That old Biggie give me, Onnne More Chance! Take a glance and I'm off with yours With both hands take off my drawers And jerk me like the Source Awards I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive Terror Squad nigga stop sleepin, ooh yeah What you say your name was again And I know you from where? Elementary school? I don't know you man! Money, not you again, go that way Niggas wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns And it's so hard Niggas wanna fuck my wife, niggas wanna take my life But it's so hard Yeah, you ain't my wife, takin' my life And if you just hatin' just walk on by All you haters just walk on by
Writer(s): Christopher Rios, Julian I Jr Garfield, Richard Frierson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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