Rudeboy Salute (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe, & Buju Banton)

Never jump up in my face 'cause I gun

Never judge a book by di cover dat's wrong

Dis is Fat Joe alongside Di Banton

Hey what about Pun

Rude boy salute with your gun

Terror Squad leader come down

When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance

Crack king descendant 14 years old facing a sentence

Me and Tone Soul still co defendants

Know your legends Fat Joe Soul blowing up the sessions

Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection

Through the ice on my gold you see you own reflection

Can't tell me shit about murder and moving weight

I got **** that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate

It's proven today Armageddon's coming sooner than late

We rappers that really blast I know Cuban relates

50 **** of terror rocking 560 leathers

Some of us are dying to gain but the name lives forever

Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest

When I spark no mans heart could with stand through the test

So apply the pressure like I used to do but Crack never left

I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest what the fuck

Never jump up in my face 'cause I gun

Never judge a book by di cover dat's wrong

Dis is Fat Joe alongside Di Banton

Hey what about Pun

Rude boy salute with your gun

Tonight is a whole lot of fun tell them icin this

From the heart of kingston to the ice of Alaska

Buffalo Soldier hardcore rasta I am di original fuck di imposter

Determined to make it with or without ya

No borders no boundaries

I've got to take care of my enemies

Don't you oppress alleviate stress disrespect

Or you don't wreckless

Artillery strapped over my chest

Bullet a penetrate from right out to left

Skip and  dive duck like the matrix

From the day I've been born I have been a target

Get get whatever whoever disrespect Buju Banton

Never, Lord, ice off ice on would you get clever

Never jump up in my face 'cause I gun

Never judge a book by di cover dat's wrong

Dis is Fat Joe alongside Di Banton

Hey what about Pun

Rude boy salute with your gun

Little baby jacker raised my little sister while you baby sat

Why she living fat she ain't got a baby back ya heard

Cause where we at it's either live or die

I seen a **** sky high from blye

Cause he thought the shit was fly

I let you ride if you bustin I let you die if you bluffin

Cause to die is the whole price of nothing

You fuckin with all brothers and Bronx bombers

Who want dramas to my dead and gone mama

Let me find the next muthafucker

Disrespect Fat Joe the Don Carta

And Ima have to jig a **** like Shawn Carter

What's wrong partner punisher peel your banana see you manana

Leave your mama covered with white

That's right Ima be there with my guns

Blowin the spot I ain't got no hair on my tongues

Cause where Im from we don't only talk the talk

We walk the walk be x baby New York New York

Never jump up in my face cause I gun

Never judge a book by di cover day's wrong

This is Fat Joe and Buju Banton

Tell them what about pun

Rude boy salute with your gun

Never jump up in my face cause I gun

Never judge a book by di cover that's wrong

This is fat Joe and Buju Banton

Tell them what about Pun

Rude boy salute with your gun