Caribbean Connection (Explicit)
Big Punisher"Caribbean Connection (Explicit)" is a song by Big Punisher, released in 1998 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:55 long and contains 64 lines and 529 words.
Lyrics
0:00Caribbean Connection - Big Punisher/Wyclef Jean (怀克里夫·让)
0:09Warning
0:10Yo wanna rumble with Pun ha
0:14Sh*t on the whole industry
0:16Yo who puff more Owls than Pun Pile
0:18On more styles than Pun
0:20Who the only one with over a thousand guns
0:22Running up in *s cribs like I paid the bill
0:25Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
0:28I lace your grill with the fire starter
0:30Hit your wife with the from the shower powers I devour
0:33I'm all about the fundamentals like Pun and pencil
0:36A piece of paper a decent caper and someone to strafe you
0:39My mental's compatible with the radicals
0:41My oddessey type qualities allow me to poli' with animals
0:44*z is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle
0:46Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle
0:49On the simple and humble
0:50My *z'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
0:53Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand
0:56*z'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
0:59And pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown
1:01Up in the Boogie Down swallow the team pile on the green
1:04Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring
1:06For now I'm a King
1:07So it's more than money all the honies
1:09Used to call me Punny 'Cause my fam was always hungry
1:12But now we rollin lovely and you feel worse want my money
1:15Let your steel burst 'Cause I'd rather see you in hell first
1:24I'm selling perrico
1:26Yo what's the deally yo
1:27I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
1:32Yo yo yo keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action
1:43The battle's on where I roam in composition
1:46A hardcore crowd waitin to see if I break
1:49Like your first time in jail
1:50When you got f**ked by an inmate
1:52It'll never happen I'm on balance like a Libra
1:55And if I get murdered
1:56Don't Cry For Me Argentina
1:57Pour me a cup of vodka bury me next to my father
2:00In three days I rise like Christ and still sober
2:03Now my eyes open in my hands I got the Gatling
2:06I'm looking for the guy
2:07That sent me to say hi to Satan
2:09Fists of fury you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
2:12I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy
2:14Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary
2:17This ain't Pictionary all you see is the cemetery
2:20Bodies from World War I and II is there
2:23You don't want a third war that's nuclear warfare
2:25So Big Pun count the stacks make it fast
2:28Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a laundromat
2:31Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
2:34Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack
2:37Yo this ain't a diss
2:38Wyclef bomb threat
2:40Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess
2:43Tec for Tec or we can go text for text oh
2:45I forgot you don't read
2:47So take this hole in your chest-blaow
2:48Hide the blood give you the gun run and hide
2:51So when the DT shows up he thought it was a suicide
2:55Suicide it's a suicide
Caribbean Connection - Big Punisher/Wyclef Jean (怀克里夫·让) Warning Yo wanna rumble with Pun ha Sh*t 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 Running up in *s 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 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 oddessey type qualities allow me to poli' with animals *z is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle On the simple and humble My *z'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand *z'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces And pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown Up in the Boogie Down 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 I'm selling perrico Yo what's the deally 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 f**ked 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
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