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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
[Verse 1]
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 people's is poppin' bottles up in Sue's rendezvous
Fuck that, spun a 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, Auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out the dealer, copped a Tek for the squealers
Wear a vest for the killers nothin' less cause it's realer
In the Big Apple where it's quick to get your shit tackled
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one, uh-uh, got beef bust your gun
You don't need no one nope talkin' 'bout that you owe 'em
I'ma go for dolo, scarface without Manolo
One deep, papi solo, bustin' heat throwin' bolo's, it's hard
[Verse 2]
It's hard work, baby (And it's so hard, yeah)
I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryna live, I ain't going nowhere
(**** wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns)
(And it's so hard) That's my wife, I paid for them titties
Get your own, your own, you heard?
(**** wanna fuck my wife, **** wanna take my life)
(But it's so hard)
[Verse 3]
Rollin' with the squad we be like Gods
Catch us at the bar, the bar, the bars
Flip 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 Hitachi
Poppin' shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase, fuck that, Liberace
Fo' X Versace, somebody stop me
Never that, skee-you, where my **** at?
Uptown, uptown, you know you feelin' that
Cash rule, hardcore you can dance to
That old Biggie give me (One more chance)
Take a glance then 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, **** stop sleepin' (Oh, yeah)
[Verse 4]
What you say your name was again?
And I know you from where?
Elementary school?
(**** wanna be like Pun but they don't bust they guns)
I don't know you man
(And it's so hard)
Money, not you again
Go that way, loser
(**** wanna fuck my wife, **** wanna take my life)
(But it's so hard)
[Verse 5]
(Yeah, cause you ain't fuckin' my wife, takin' my life)
(And if you just hatin' just walk on by)
(All you haters just walk on by)
Written by: Christopher Rios, J. Garfield, R. Frierson