Classic Verses lyrics

Artist  : Big Pun 
Song : Classic Verses



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* [Verse One] -- from the Show & A.G. "Full Scale
EP"

* [Verse Two] -- from the DJ Clue CD "The
Professional"



[Verse One]

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, bitch 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 T.S., 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 shit, 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



[Verse Two]

Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God,
the Squad and T.S.

Out with the B.S. 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 open 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 shit, I
used to clap shit

Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit

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 bitch on
his back

I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu

with the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a
mongoose