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Music Video
Big Pun - Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy) (Feat. Prodigy & Inspectah Deck) (HQ)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Vocals
Prodigy
Vocals
Inspectah Deck
Vocals
Roc Raida
Scratches
Eric B. & Rakim
Sampled Artist
Gary Burton
Sampled Artist
RZA
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Johnson
Songwriter
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
Eric Barrier
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
William Griffin
Composer
Robert Diggs
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
Producer
Carlos Bess
Mixing Engineer
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Nastee
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your
I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?
I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?
I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits?
They claim to be the noise, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes get Ruger endorsements
My song boost Intratec sales through the ceilin', let's talk with guns
Convo' to the till the police come
Give you a red shirt with a wet hat to match
Burst MACs like it's Hamburger Hill, for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on
My outfit stuck on, so wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths
Extended clips, point the nozzle and shift, you bag this
Me and the clique-ah sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin', write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H-A-V-O-C, ****
I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember me, the one you got your technique from?
I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?
I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember Deck, I told y'all Protect Ya Neck
The Rebel I-N-S, your highness
Fake one, take one, no ultimatum, face one
There's no escape from straight from the grain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue, make one false maneuver you a mystery
Unsolved, the mob that revolves automatically involved
Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove Bowery suits and purple gloves
Me and you can have some fun, make it a blast
You couldn't take the impact with steel shoulder pads
Blood for blood, Veteran, covered in mud
Wounded in the midst of war, still tradin' slugs gettin' major love
Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin'
With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words
Rip through the microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You privatize, home in but can't seem to clone
I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?
I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun
I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns
Prodigy, Deck and me, QB and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your world's piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take your shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your mans, make him mine
Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin', got the nueve right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live **** and Pulitzer Prize winners
You wouldn't survive ****, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through?
My lyrics practically rose you from the grave like The Crows do
I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
Joey Crillz, Pros', Cuban Link, Triple Seis, what?
Soon you start to suffer
Start to suffer
The RZA, the RZA
Inspektah Deck, Inspektah Deck
Yo, it's the P, yo, it's the P
Yo, it's the P, Punisher's ready
Punisher's ready
Written by: A. Johnson, Christopher Rios, E. Barrier, J. Hunter, Robert Diggs, W. Griffin
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