Caribbean Connection (feat. Wyclef Jean)

Warning

Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah?

Shit on the whole industry

Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?

Who the only one with over a thousand guns?

Runnin' up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill

Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth

I lace your grill with the fire starter

Hit your wife with the sawed-off from the shower powers I devour

I'm all about the fundamentals like Pun and pencil

A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you

My mental's compatible with the radicals

My odyssey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals

Niggaz is cannibals and the ghetto's a jungle

Where you either bet all your bundles

Or struggle on the simple and humble

My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran

Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand

Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces

And pound out we jettin' to the ground uptown

Up in the Boogie Down, bitches swallow the team, pile on the green

Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring

For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies

Used to call me, Punny 'cause my fam was always hungry

But now we rollin' lovely, and you feel worse, want my money

Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first

Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero

I'm selling perico

Yo, what's the dilly yo?

I'm uptown making moves just like Castro

Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero

I'm selling perico

Yo, what's the dilly yo?

I'm uptown making moves just like Castro

Yo, yo, yo, keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action

The battle's on, where I roam in composition

A hardcore crowd, waitin' to see, if I break

Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate

It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra

And if I get murdered, 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina'

Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father

In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober

Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling

I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan

Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry

I turn 'Mr. Rogers Neighborhood' topsy turvy

Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary

This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery

Bodies, from World War I and II is there

You don't want a third war that's nuclear warfare

So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast

Illegal money turns legal now we runnin' a laundromat

Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack

Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack

Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat

Run out of the building or get blast in your guess

Tec for tec, or we can go text for text, oh

I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest, blaow

Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide

So when the DT shows up

He thought it was a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero

I'm selling perico

Yo what's the dilly yo?

I'm uptown making moves just like Castro