Carribean Connection lyrics

Artist  : Big Punisher Featuring Wyclef Jean 
Song : Carribean Connection
 


[Wyclef] Warning!

[Big Pun]
Yo, wanna
rumble with Pun hah?
*loud farting noise* 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
firestarter
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
Niggaz is canibals 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, ? 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

Chorus: Wyclef and
Pun

*Wyclef sings: mucho trabajo poquito
dinero*
[Pun] I'm selling perrico
[Clef] Yo
what's the deally yo?
[Pun] I'm Uptown making
moves just like Castro
(repeat all
2X)

[Wyclef Jean]
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 cemetary
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...

Chorus (fades out)