Lyrics My World - Big Punisher
Uhh.
yes
y′all
baby
Yeah,
yeah,
work
it
out
Work
it
out
dawg,
work
it
out
now
Uhh.
y'all
motherfuckers,
big
dawgs
in
the
house
what?
Terror
Squad
what?
Terror
Squad
what?
I
ain′t
a
rapper.
I
just
bust
a
lot,
off
the
top
What,
yo,
yo
[Big
Pun]
The
penalty
is
death,
especially
when
I'm
mentally
stressed
My
enemies
hang
with
me
'til
I
eventually
flip
I
never
reject
an
offer
to
battle
Slap
a
coffin
on
the
saddle
And
rattle
like
a
wooden
horse
to
el
barrio
Niggaz
talk
but
they
babble
cause
they
ain′t
sayin
nuttin
If
ain′t
blazin
somethin
with
the
mac
I'm
in
the
shack
bakin
muffins
Fake
the
funk
and
get
your
rump
roast
One
dose
of
the
toast′ll
make
you
jump
if
you
come
close
Pun
spoke,
ain't
no
more
debatin;
my
Squad
been
waitin
For
the
perfect
time
to
give
you
what
you
all
been
waitin
An
orgi-nation
of
veterans
built
With
genuine
skills
to
pay
the
heat,
gas,
and
the
rest
of
the
bills
Invest
in
the
real,
don′t
get
left
in
the
hills
My
tech
and
my
steel
turn
your
whole
crew
into
vega-ta-bills
We
blessed
with
the
will
to
never
surrender
Cause
my
every
agenda's
in
and
out,
unseen
like
I
entered
the
ninja
[Chorus]
It′s
my
world
girl,
either
love
it
or
leave
If
you
was
my
girl,
you'd
be
thuggin
the
weave
Suckin
the
blow
pop,
with
a
ring
in
your
tongue
Baby
don't
stop,
that′s
how
you
bring
it
to
Pun
If
this
is
my
world,
I′d
be
Tony
the
man
Call
me
The
Godfather,
controllin
the
fam'
Runnin
the
whole
coast,
I′d
be
a
mafia
king
Nothin
but
the
finest
diamonds
in
my
watch
and
my
rings
[Big
Pun]
Stupid.
gimme
yours
You
be
lookin
bunny
rabbit
Give
your
pants
bunny
rabbits,
what
you
know
about
that?
I
ain't
about
to
pop
you
stupid
Fuck
the
small
talk,
niggaz
know
Pun
keep
the
fo′
cocked
Don't
walk
too
fast,
might
pass
through
the
wrong
block
Don′t
stop,
keep
it
movin,
the
streets'll
ruin
The
average
man,
faster
than,
the
motherfuckin
teamsters
union
We
doin
dirt
cause
we
gotta,
five
dolla
a
hour
Three
kids
and
my
motherfuckin
big
mamma
My
sig
sauer
got
different
plans
God
knows
I'm
just
a
man
So
hide
your
wrist
if
it′s
glistenin
Listen
man,
we
just
niggaz
tryin
to
work
it
out
Listen
friend,
strictly
biz
it′s
nothin
perso-nal
We
thirsty
now
and
I
ain't
drinkin
out
of
plastic
cups
Platinum
plus
(thorough)
crystal
glasses
with
the
fancy
cuts
Fancy
us,
livin
life
lavish
Drippin
ice
cabbage,
livin
in
the
six,
with
some
white
bad
bitch
Tight
package
I
gotta
pass
I′m
from
the
ghetto
nigga,
I
like
a
lot
of
ass
[Chorus]
[Big
Pun]
Word
life
T.
Squad
holdin
it
down,
y'knahmean?
Gettin
this
money.
by
any
means
baby
Let
me
get
the
fuck
up
outta
here,
′fore
I
break
somethin
1 Intro
2 You Ain't a Killer
3 Twinz (Deep Cover 98)
4 Whatcha Gon Do
5 How We Roll
6 Still Not a Player
7 Off the Books
8 Words from Nore
9 Mamma
10 The Beat Box
11 Brave In the Heart
12 The Dream Shatterer
13 Words With Fat Joe
14 John Blaze
15 My World
16 Pina Colada
17 Fire Water
18 Freestyle With Remy Martin
19 Wishful Thinking
20 How We Roll '98
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