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