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Buju Banton
Never jump up in-a mi 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?
Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)
Terror Squad leader, come down..
VERSE 1: Fat Joe
When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance
Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin a sentence
Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants
Know your legends Fat Joe, Soul blowin up sessions
Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection
Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection
Can't tell me s**t about murder and movin weight
I got that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate
It's proven today, Armageaddon's comin sooner than late
We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates
50 of terror, rockin 560 leathers
Some of us are dyin to gain, but the name lives forever
Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest
When I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test
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 fk?
Buju Banton
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey (what about Pun?)
Lord
(Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)
Tonight is a whole lot of fun
VERSE 2: Buju Banton
Tell them, icin this
>From the heart of Kingston to the ice of Alaska
Buffalo Soldier, hardc*re rasta
I am di originial, fk di impostor
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, eleviate stress
Disrespect ??? 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-get, whenever whoever
Disrespect Buju Banton - never
Lord
??? clever
Wanted, make di front page of di ???
Terror Squad crew, you're takin over
Over, over, over
Hear dis
Never jump up in-a mi face, cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Tell them
(What about Pun?
Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)
Rudebwoy ???? pon down
VERSE 3: Big Pun
Easy..
Seeeeeen?
Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat
Why she livin fat, she ain't got a baby back
Ya heard? Cause where we at it's either live or die
I seen a nigg* sky high from blye, cause he thought the s**t was fly
I let you ride if you bustin
I let you die if you bluffin
Cause to die is the whole price of nothin
You fkin with all brothers and Bronx bombers
Who want drama, word to my dead and gone mama
Let me find the next muth*fka
Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don Carta
And I'ma have to jig a nigg* like Shawn Carter
What's wrong, partner?
Punisher peel your banana, see you maana
Leave your mama covered with a white cama
That's right, I'ma be there with my guns
Blowin the spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues
Cause where I'm from we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York
Buju Banton
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
This was Fat Joe and Buju Banton
Tell them
(What about Pun?
Rudebwoy, salute with your gun)
Fat Joe
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha..
Buju Banton
Original rasta gangsta
Fat Joe
Terror Squad massive
What, what?
Murderous
What