Classic Verses (Drop It Heavy/Fantastic 4) (Explicit)
Big Pun"Classic Verses (Drop It Heavy/Fantastic 4) (Explicit)" is a song by Big Pun, released in 2001 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:16 long and contains 54 lines and 530 words.
0:01Yo my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
0:04But I'm God-retarded ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence
0:07Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff listen up
0:10If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
0:13Ain't no snitch in us b**ch in us
0:15Unofficial-ness everything we outside you wish you was
0:18Official thugs in the drug profession
0:20Drug connections drug addictions
0:22Still seein the judge for drug possession
0:24The four-D's all these is more reas'
0:26To either get big or leave and let live
0:28We the best there is TS ain't nobody else
0:31We probably Dove cause we all way on top of the shelf
0:34I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys freeze
0:36Don't try to breeze or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees
0:39Just pass the cheese please don't test the toaster
0:41My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
0:44You're gettin closer to death Reaper's got a hold on your breath
0:46You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
0:49You was posin a threat now you froze in the bed
0:52Minute ago you was poppin sh*t holdin ya dick
0:54Now what's the problem you ain't nuttin like you said on your album
0:57I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island
1:00You was't violent you was silent tryin to get college credits
1:02How pathetic did it to get out of the calisthetics
1:05I'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics
1:07My matureness is my insurance
1:09Kill my appearance I'm a shinin spirit
1:10You gotta fear it cause every last gem is poison
1:13You gotta cheer it you can't win you better join em
1:16I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel
1:18I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils
1:21Watch for the toast when you see it you better draw yours
1:23Warlords callin The Giant it's all yours
1:26F**k all y'all non-believers I roll with God the Squad and TS
1:30Out with the BS we platinum they even doubted Jesus
1:32Niggas is 85% I'm 400 solid
1:35Brain-bolic with knowledge cock-diesel scholars
1:37Holdin it down walkin around with gold by the pound
1:40Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown
1:43Talk of the town soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown
1:45Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll the ground
1:48Save the jokes for the clowns I'm on the serious tip
1:50You keep playin and I get furious quick
1:52And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
1:55Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil
1:57I rep the borough that mothered this rap sh*t I used to clap sh*t
2:01Now I just lay back and mack on some mack sh*t
2:03I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac(ura)
2:05Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
2:08It's like that but don't think I won't counter act
2:10My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a b**ch on his back
2:13I'm swift with the mac quicker than Kung Fu
2:16With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of
Yo my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad But I'm God-retarded ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff listen up If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs Ain't no snitch in us b**ch in us Unofficial-ness everything we outside you wish you was Official thugs in the drug profession Drug connections drug addictions Still seein the judge for drug possession The four-D's all these is more reas' To either get big or leave and let live We the best there is TS ain't nobody else We probably Dove cause we all way on top of the shelf I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys freeze Don't try to breeze or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees Just pass the cheese please don't test the toaster My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa You're gettin closer to death Reaper's got a hold on your breath You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh You was posin a threat now you froze in the bed Minute ago you was poppin sh*t holdin ya dick Now what's the problem you ain't nuttin like you said on your album I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island You was't violent you was silent tryin to get college credits How pathetic did it to get out of the calisthetics I'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics My matureness is my insurance Kill my appearance I'm a shinin spirit You gotta fear it cause every last gem is poison You gotta cheer it you can't win you better join em I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils Watch for the toast when you see it you better draw yours Warlords callin The Giant it's all yours F**k all y'all non-believers I roll with God the Squad and TS Out with the BS we platinum they even doubted Jesus Niggas is 85% I'm 400 solid Brain-bolic with knowledge cock-diesel scholars Holdin it down walkin around with gold by the pound Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown Talk of the town soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll the ground Save the jokes for the clowns I'm on the serious tip You keep playin and I get furious quick And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep the borough that mothered this rap sh*t I used to clap sh*t Now I just lay back and mack on some mack sh*t I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac(ura) Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack It's like that but don't think I won't counter act My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a b**ch on his back I'm swift with the mac quicker than Kung Fu With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of
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