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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Big Punisher
Vocals
Noreaga
Noreaga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian Delator
Christian Delator
Recording Engineer
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Producer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Pun, you came up
What, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
Pun, you came up
What, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
Aye yo, my word is bond, long as I'm alive, I'ma put it on
Could've gone legit, shit, thug ****, till I'm gone
Weight of the Bronx, I'm flippin', five boroughs thoroughly reppin'
Let's unite the city and step to the world as a weapon
'Cause everybody's checkin' for Pun, second to none
'Cause Latins goin' platinum, was destined to come
The inevitable, heavenly, better than whatever you do
We eligible, TS is incredibly credible
For the revenue, we gettin' you open with lyrical dope and these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose
And it never quits, take it from TS's top terrorist
Rapper slash hijacker, bombin' tracks ever since I was young
I wasn't always Big Pun
It wasn't always this fun, ayo, I rose from the slums
I had to pay my due, lay a few, but I ain't sayin' who
Stayin' true to the game, no names, playin' it cool
Just me and the crew, holdin' it down, long as we 'round, we gonna keep sockin' it to ya like Homey the Clown
Goin' down like 'Pac, ready to ride or die, ****
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Pun, you came up
What, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
Pun, you came up
What, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
Aye yo, ain't nothin' changed, I'm still the same, the way you remember me
Since the centipede, harder, big blacker, back in the 70's
Try to remember me from my aggressive will
The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal
I used to chill on the block with Cuban and Seis
I still do, but now it's in the blue convertible eight-fifty
My true ****'ll always be with me
The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to diss me
'Cause I'm a rispy, crispy for life, sixty's the price
Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice
**** is shiest, but I psych 'em out, though they like to doubt
I make 'em all believers once I let the Tyson out
'Cause I can vouch for only a few, only the crew
From the old school, I consider loyally true
I morally grew from a fool to a scholar
Follow the rules on how to spot a plotter that's cool for a dollar
I wanna holla at my peeps that's reppin' the streets
Wrestlin' the beast of chest, restin' in peace
Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us
Till I die, I'll align the souls with mine and shine for all of us
Pun, you came up
What, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
Pun, you came up
What, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die
For my thug ****, thug ****, thug ****, uh
Written by: Christopher Rios, Dana Stinson, Victor Santiago
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